I then got her an icepack for her bruised face.As she sipped the tea, with tears flowing down her cheeks, Melanie told me of the abuse she had suffere... at the hands of her husband, Rob. Bobby sat quietly beside his mother eating his cookies and sipping his milk.Melanie told me, "Rob drinks too much. He used to just cuss at me, but he'd do that even when he was sober. Lately, when he comes home drunk he hits me. Until today, he just slapped my face. Then, after slapping me around, he expected me. Amber took Jim's hand and put it on her leg. He politely rubbed her lower thigh and then withdrew. She planted a significant kiss on him, and then put the hand back on her leg and held it there, even moving it up where his fingers grazed her pussy lips.Jim checked with me, but I was busy fingering Diane. She was fumbling with my zipper and trying to get my cock out in the air for the rest of the night.I heard Amber explaining to Jim that she wanted to fuck him while I did Diane. Since he seemed. I knew he wouldn’t “get it.” Not ‘til he got there. And he would believe I’d picked the place. Sometimes I say things like that. Just to see what he says. He’ll smile and say, “Kinky.” But mostly he just brushes it off. I’m just talking, you know? It amuses him, but he believes it’s just talk. So he showed up. Probably just to call my bluff. Maybe out of curiosity. Shook his head the whole way to the door, like he was thinking, “What the hell is that woman up to now?” I saw. I was there. He. That was her particular specialty. The shopping partners had found many of the presents Fallston needed for his co-workers and family, even some gag gifts for his buddies. Their chauffeur had hauled a few arm loads back to the parked limousine. As they passed a department store cosmetics counter, Fallston noticed the group of makeup saleswomen mingling with the passing customers, extolling their products and offering samples of scents and colors. Three of the saleswomen excitedly waved at them..