I need to confess something to you, Bebe. Something you need toknow."Bebe waited, uncertain of what to say."See... I haven?t talked to anyone about th...s in, like, five years or soand... well, under the circumstances... well, it seems like I should talkto you about it." Of course, Chrissie. You?ve helped me so much, I?d love to return thefavor, if I can. What can I do for you?"Chris laughed. "Well, Nothing, really. It?s just... well, you know how Isaid that Margot would be having a child in the. .one that is comfortable with his true self, one who is better than you in every way possible...it turns you on. I've seen it so many times before...I knew you were a cocksucker the moment I saw you." As he spoke, I felt his words sinking into me. I had no response and was lost in my confusion. It was true, I was so turned on at that moment, more turned on than I had ever been before, that it seemed to course through my body in waves, each one washing over me was stronger. I gazed at his. He doesn't know everything I do , just what I tell him. He works Monday through Friday and is away from the house from six am till six pm those days. I'm a stay at home wife and I have eight full hours a day to do what ever or who ever I please. That's the time our son is away at school. I try and have at least one encounter each day. Most of the time its with just one guy but having two at once isn't anything strange.It would be safe to say that I have been fucked every weekday since we. He was a psycho and a rapist and a murderer. No woman was safe in his company, they said - and when they hanged him, it took him an hour to die."Christine crawled across the floor, wailing like a banshee from the pain of being hit with the pike, and then she fell awkwardly onto her belly and she had to lift herself by her hands, but she hadn't the strength.The soldiers watched her, unfussed, enjoying the spectacle, for Christine was going nowhere and they knew it. They stood behind her,.