It was like a coffee table but it had a cut out on one end and it seemed like a restraining strap across its middle. John now told Mary to lay on the ...ivan and motioned for bill to kneel at the end of the table where the cut out was.Making Bill lean forward; he was adjusted so his cock cage hung in the cut out and the strap fastened him securely to the table. Then cushions were pushed under his chest raising his head until he could clearly see the divan bed. Around them there was now a stunned. She eagerly answered the phone. “Well hey, honey, why haven’t you called?” she asked. “Oh, er, hi! I wasn’t sure when you’d be up for talking, since you just got in.” “I might be up for a little more than talking. Believe me, I could use some pleasant distraction after the week I’ve had. I’ve been trying to research those Banes all night. But anyway, never mind that. I need to get my mind off the job. I may be tired, but–” “Yeah, uh, listen, that’s why I. I couldn't possibly summon the courage to make a pass at her; but as I would learn she knew I wanted her. She had the insight to know it was as a function of access and proximity to a woman as much as from any infatuation; not very flattering but she nevertheless enjoyed my attention. In retrospect I think Kaz knew that I lusted for his wife but was bemused and in no way threatened by any notion I might make a cuckold of him.As the evening ticked into the waning hours of 1959 the kids and Kaz. With my brown hair in a pixie cut people would say I looked like some kind of fairy. I spent the drive home between seething mad and crying. When I got home my brother's car was in the driveway and there was another car in front of the house. I wasn't in the mood to face anyone. I knew my eyes were red from crying. I snuffled up and tried to compose myself, then I went in. The first thing I saw was my brother. He and a friend were playing a video game. He paused it and jumped up. "Hey s*s, I.