.. Well, whether they were better than me, and if you reached any orgasms. Like you don't often with me anymore. God, you're my wife, for fuck's sake!...How would I COPE?"Mum soothed him, going, "Well, let's just pretend it's one of those lurid adulterous housewife or bondage fantasies you and I used to like reading, and watching on video. They used to turn you on! Let's pretend it's one of those fantasies except this time it's ME, and it's REAL!"She continued, "Okay, tell you what. As a. ”“Oh.” Jessica paused and then whispered in a frown, “I’m as guilty as you are Doug.” Doug was surprised she kept holding his hand, but she did, and she pressed her head against his shoulder and sighed deeply. “I remember now. You did check out a lot of women from the pussy barn. I guess you liked variety, huh?”“My God, Jessie! I raped more than half of them, all the slaves I mean. Twelve hoof pussies in all, right?”Jessica tensed. “Gee, I’m sorry Doug. Really, I shouldn’t have joked about. My mates traveled around in the blacked out Suburban, usually in convoys of thee.We went over to the gym via the tunnel. My mates were going to work out with me before we were going to have dinner. Vicky and Marcy were going to do light doctor-approved exercises.Ching Lee, Jenny and Lorrie had agreed to a hard work out with me. They jokingly said my ass was getting wide from too much sitting in the padded chair.We had originally planned to work out for an hour. The Secret Service agents with us. It busted his lip and then left with the guy it was attached to. From outside his field of view a woman came. She had a full head of long blonde hair, wore knee-high stiletto- heel boots and an open blouse. She appeared to be in her forties and although she looked quite well for her age, she wouldn’t have been Gabe’s first choice and she’d probably never be more than fluffer-girl.“Hi, I’m Erikah.” she said with a friendly, though obtrusive Southern drawl.Without further ado she spat on his dick.