I left my knickers off, hoping to let the air get to my fanny. I sat at the kitchen table for breakfast and even that was uncomfortable, I had to lean...forward slightly so that my pussy wasn't pressed on the seat. Even as I sat there, perched at a ridiculous angle, I couldn't think of anything other than a thick meaty cock sliding up my arse. I started to wet myself, and with no knickers or pantyliner to mop up the juice, I made a large dark stain on my slacks. I pulled off two sheets of kitchen. I'm so ashamed of myself! Please, please don't makeme leave?"Jane snapped, "Use your baby voice! What do you deserve, you dirty lyinglittle creep?" She stood there, imperious, angry and determined. The endof cane tapped purposefully against her left hand; her sapphire eyessparkling with righteous anger. The answer was obvious - it was in herhand. He barely realised his hand was rising to his face, and he pressedthe soft rubber teat between his lips and chewed on his dum-dums inanxiety."I- I- I. When sleeping, Jessica could swear that she heard voices telling her things, giving her verbal instructions, commands, etc. in her dreams. She thought at first that it was divine revelation, but it was soon clear that the messages from these voices told her to sin, repeatedly and pointedly. They told her that her purpose in life was to be a slut wife, to service her husband, look the other way whenever he screwed around or even join him and the others, and to spread her legs for damn near. In the little downstairs study we normally share. I borrowed the phone from the table by her side of our marriage bed. It is the only time it was available. She never leaves it out of her possession. She like most modern day women goes nowhere without her phone. She spends more time on it than any other single activity. It is within her reach twenty-four hours a day. It is in her purse or carryall when not in her hand. It is there by the bed when she sleeps. I had to wait until I was sure she.