The chat began by mother, sugar sweet as always, and about as diplomatic as a politician on speed, saying, “You screwed him then?” her daughter, b...ushing, spluttered the coffee all over the table. “how the bloody hell did you work that out!” her grinning mother, replied, “blood on your knickers, a comdom missing and that elementary mistake you made on the phone the other evening!” Beryl timorously said, “Are you really mad at me?” to which her mother began to chuckle, “No, as you used condoms,. Please do sit,” Matt tried to sound normal, and not too excited to have the lovely doctor sitting two feet from him. “I know this line of questioning is . . . hard, but I need to continue so that I can get the full picture of where you and your spouse are at in the marriage.”“That's OK Doc. . .errrr. Rana. Please continue. “ Rana sat on the sofa right next to him. She could not believe the way she was behaving around this man. This is highly unprofessional! Get control of yourself, girl! Don't. ..I....er...."I thought he was angry, but his mood suddenly changed. He smiled and said, "why don't you come in and get a better view. See how your wife gets fucked properly! She might still be your wife, but she's my slut!"This was true. The one thing that I found most difficult to handle was the way that Michael had started treating her. It was as if she were just there for his sole entertainment and pleasure. It was sex on demand; wherever and whenever he wanted it. I just thought she. "I understand," she replied."Really, how so?" I've been there with my friend Jess." "We were just wrestling," I lied."No you weren't. I heard you through that poor excuse for a door. Someone was getting his dick sucked." And how would you know? Have you ever sucked a dick?" I retorted."No, but I've seen enough porno." OK. You're right. I gave your brother a blowjob," I said looking her in the eye. Her face started turning red with embarrassment. "What was it like? Did you swallow?" she.