Quicky running up the stairs I peek through Kristen's keyhole and she appears to be taking an afternoon nap. I'm safe for now!I walk into my room and ...et three of my toys to take downstairs; while walking down the stairs I am completely aware of my body. The soft fabric from my t-shirt is caressing my bra-less nipples and my pussy lips are rubbing together creating a delicious creaminess in the centre. I am so eager to see what happens in that DVD. I put the movie into the player, turn the. Go on and show me just how you’d give it a nice good fuck,” he instructed.I liked his idea ... but instead of recalling the wondrous pink treasure between Elisa’s thighs, my thoughts instantly returned to the black & white photo Dad had shown me moments earlier of Mom leaning against the headboard of their bed, her legs spread wide, and her fingers parting her monochromatic gash ... inviting a visitor.My cock flared and my tip brushed the indentation made by his curled pinky a few times before. Rick's rough sex with me. The idea of me being a stripper!But the reality all set in this morning with the sun streaming into the windows and sitting here with my cup of coffee.You may wonder a little about me, wonder why I would take off with these two shady characters and leave my old life behind. Well, the answer is much too complicated to give a simple reason. I had been very lonely for a long time. I was trapped in a loveless marriage for years. To a man who could not show me any physical. " I...I?m not a maid," I stammered."At this stage, who would expect you to be?" Helen said. "Like Margesaid, it takes training. But Marge would rather give up the Army thangive up being submissive. Really, though, she likes both. When I pick upthe strap, it gives new meaning to ?drop and give me 20.?"Tara laughed. Helen laughed. Marge laughed.I didn?t laugh.* *It was a few days later, a Wednesday, when Tara announced to me that shewas going to have a couple of women from the neighborhood over.