Many would have helped themselves to orgasms beneath those heavy skirts they wore, as they watched the male dance for them, perhaps having one last or...asm himself too, in front of so many people." Her words had me tingling all over. I thought of that supreme final humiliation she had so delighted in picturing for me; I hoped she'd allow me out of the cage. Blanche pulled her skirt back, revealing stocking tops and suspenders. Her black lacy panties had been put on last; they were not restricted. After awhile she began bringing up this guy she had met at the gym, named Ron. At first I was irritated, but during sex I would ask her about Ron - was he good looking, was he buff, did he like her - things like that. I was a little surprised when I found out that Ron was African-American, and that threw me at first, but then the idea of Dannie having sex with a black man began to get in my head. I began to subtly encourage Dannie to engage with Ron. Whenever she and Carol went to the gym, I'd. Her children were all married and had their own families to look after, so she buried her urges to be motherly or grandmotherly and pretended to be disinterested because the generation gap had struck with a vengeance.Linda listened to their advice and wanted to throw things with a vengeance, but calmed down and just had another glass of the delicious Chianti. Her thoughts of romance reminded her of her youthful visits to Venice and the canals that struck a romantic chord in her soul. It made. It shouldn't be about serving his selfish needs. He shouldn't use her hopes and dreams to degrade her on a nightly basis. Heather looked up at the sky, staring at the stars. She continued to sit, and searched the darkness for some guidance. She spoke up, not caring who heard obviously, "God help me out of all this. I love Jimmy, and I want to stay with him. Give me some help. I can't continue to live like this. Jimmy doesn't know what he's doing to me. It's so hard to live.