We sat on the sofa in the living room and after several glasses of wine we were both a bit tipsy and the topic turned to giving our sons handjobs and ...lowjobs.Kristy said, “Have you let Corey fuck you yet?”I said, “No, he just plays with my tits while I stroke him or suck him. But I have to admit, I’ve thought about it….it just seems like that is taking it too far.”Kristy said, “Yeah, I haven’t let Rick fuck me yet, either, although it’s not for lack of his asking.”I nodded and added,. I thought for a while, and said yes anyways it is Sunday, no work, no shopping, no park as kids are not there and no watching TV, because same old movies will be repeated again and again by then the washing machine given alarm that the cloth is washed, she went and picked up the cloth and slightly ironed it and given to me.I worn it and sat for a while. She also wore her tops. She picked up another cigarette and lighted herself and after couple of puff, she given it to me. I told her and I am. Karen and Kyle were barefoot, and Charity did not offer to kiss their feet as the protocol does not call for that welcome.They were both naked and had their hands cuffed behind them. Karen had been washed up, but you could still see all the bruises and welts from a weekend in the pillory on her body. The writing in Magic Marker hadn’t completely disappeared either. I could still see a faded picture of Doo-Doo and the words, “ I take stinky shits! Please bathe me,” on her face. The targets drawn. He was there in his CK underwear and did not look ready to go out jogging; I noticed as he turned the other way and took a clean glass out of the dishwater; showing me his very sweet and rounded ass cheeks as he bended in the dishwasher. I was about to ask him if he was not going out for jogging today but he spoke first and asked me if I knew it was Saturday and we both giggled as I took off my shoes and we walked to the sofa in the living room, couple steps out of the kitchen and I asked him.