You recognized that you have a problem and you sought counseling for it. You’ve been honest and forthright in telling us how you feel and about your...life.”So far so good. But I knew the other shoe had to drop.“All of that is good, but we can’t let you off without some kind of punishment. I talked to your mom and we agreed that for the rest of the Summer, you’ll do all the chores around the house. The only exception is you don’t have to do any laundry other than your own.”“Yes, Dad.”“And Son,. She had given in and as she slowly removed her panties he had told her that he was proud of her. Every thing had gone along beautifully until the man at the theater, and as she had clung to husband on the drive home, Tom had told her he was disappointed in her, because as her master he had not told her to move from her seat, let alone leave the theater. At first she had thought he had been joking but when he had slept in the spare bedroom she had cried most of the night trying to figure out why. If our partnership were going to work, I could not have an affair with her.After my shower I found a pair of only slightly worn out jeans to wear. I needed to buy some clothes since I wasn't going to wear fatigues everyday. I found one of the old Soviet Commando knock off tee shirts to wear, and a cotton parka to cover the .22 mag revolver. The jeans were just tight enough that I needed the small leather holster to hide the outline of the derringer in my back pocket.We arrived at ten till noon,. We had been living together for many years. And I figured that my getting knocked up would be the easiest way for me to finally get him to ask me to marry him.Plus Jim had mentioned to me before, that he wanted to start a family someday. Well, as far as I was concerned, "someday" was now, because I was in my mid-30's already, and I could really feel my biological clock ticking away.Meanwhile, as Jim was humping away at my pussy, Sasha had spent a few minutes licking her own pussy, to clean it.