.." Yes, Terry," Sheila said, ashamed of her cold behavior."Uh... do you mind if I bring Wendy over tonight? For dinner maybe?" Terry asked hesitantly..."Wendy? I suppose you might as well. You spend the rest of your time with her. You might as well spend your evenings with her too," she answered sharply, wishing immediately that she had kept her true feelings to herself."Gosh, Mom... I didn't... uh... I didn't know you didn't like her..." Terry said. "We can go somewhere else if you want us. Seeing the disgusted look on her old man’s face was almost as sweet as having sex in his new SUV.But now Julie and I sat here nearly twenty years later, bored out of our minds with our sex life. It was hard to imagine that those two k**s who had car sex had ever existed. Julie and I threw around suggestions for a while, but none of them really got me going. None of them did it for me. Except for one idea, which hadn’t been suggested yet.Eight years into our marriage Julie and I were facing. “You want to walk on the beach tonight?” I asked. “Why so you can mooch more beer? You never fucking pay for anything.” He was right. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then deposit the rest. They didn’t want me to spend any of my money. “You have to save it for college,” was the mantra I heard every week. “Forget the beer. Let’s just go for a walk.” “After working here all fucking day I would rather forget this place. Only when I let you shall I release you. I shall do to you whatever I wish. Is that clear slave?” “Whatever you please my dear master,” she replied. He grinned, “what an obedient girl,” he chuckled, “I hope you take my penis well, or I’ll torture the hell out of that sweet little pussy of yours.” She nodded in compliance. Kelly found herself bound with her hands to the bedposts. He then managed to raise her feet and legs to meet in bondage with her hands. She was at his complete whim and mercy..