At supper he told her how well everything went. He was excitedthat he could do his painting without the distractions that hadbothered him that day. He...asked what made her think of the shoe. "Well, I know a walking cast is thick on the bottom and figureda heel on the other foot would straighten your hips so theywouldn't get so sore. You know how when you stretch a muscle thatisn't used to being stretched, you are going to feel it." He ate supper feeling lucky that he had such a smart wife.. The bed was making an awful racket as the springs creaked and groaned while the headboard thumped against the log wall. But that cacophony of sounds played as a background for the slap of flesh against flesh, my mother's soft moans and the man's loud, vulgar grunts as he hammered into my mother with reckless abandon. I was in a rage seeing rivers of sweat pouring down his back, coalescing, running down the crack of his fat, hairless ass and onto his flopping balls as they slapped against my. Right? ]Mike and I had been married for a few years when we got started in what would be called now days a 'cuckold' lifestyle. Mike was was nearly forty, and I was only twenty, when we met. I liked him. But at first I didn't want to necessarily marry him. I wanted to 'play the field', so to speak; to fuck around with a lot of different guys, and then, maybe, after a while, after I'd gotten my wildness out of my system, then I'd think more seriously about the marriage thing. But, Mike was such. " Tara, why were you so rude to me?" Master, I'm so sorry that I was that way to you. I was annoyed you were in here and just wanted you to leave. I've treated many people that way and they always did what I wanted. That's not how I feel now of course." Kristen, have Tara and Madison fill out their sheets while I speak with Dana and Amy. Ashley, go with them." Yes, Master," they all echoed.I sat listening while Amy and Dana finished explaining what they had learned from each other earlier.