We just can't make up our minds."Make up their minds? About what? Which body part to deprive me of first?"We've looked at all the proofs you gave us a...d we just can't decide!"Proofs? "Oh, the portrait! Well, you could always get several and hang them in different rooms," I joked."Tommy! What a great idea! Let's see ... one in the living room, and one in the dining room, and ... Oh, we're going to have to decide all over again!" Well, there's no rush. Take your time and let me know, oh, and. We were back to the choreographed ballet, the steps learned over ten happy years.We took the coffee into the sitting room, I saw her notice the down turned photographs, but she didn't say anything.Once we were settled, I turned to her, "Tell me, when you refused to come off the pill when I turned thirty, was that because of Ken? You couldn't risk it?"She sat in silence thinking about my question, idly stirring the milk into her coffee. Then she looked up and said "Mummy keeps saying that this. “Tell us what you are summer!” one of them yelled. “I’m a slut! I’m a slut! I’m a slut! I’m a dirty little whore that loves cocks and has to stretch my holes so I can go to college because I can’t do it any other way.” I cried as tears of joy ran down my face and my eyes rolled back into my head as I had a small orgasm with each smack on my ass. All I could think of was how I was such a little whore for being so turned on by this. They started taking pictures of me and clipped a little tag on. Mike said it was just earlier this week that Carol caught him. Mike and I chatted about how he and Carol have been doing so much better with their relationship, since now they are parents. The house phone rang and I ran to answer it. I was talking with my boss, when Mike came up from behind me with a stiff dick poking me in the back. I told my boss that I needed to let him go and I would see him in the morning.I turned around to see Mike smiling at me. He looked me in the eyes and said he.