When he opened the door and went in, I could hear them start talking. “Did you finish fucking Jen?” I heard Leslie ask, though, she sounded peppy,...and not angry. “She didn’t want to fuck, so I ate that sweet pussy of hers instead. I saved the dick for you,” he explained. “How did you know, anyway?” “I could hear you both, duh,” she said. “Anyway, I gotta run out, so you should probably see if she’s willing to finish sucking it for you.” “I want to fuck, though,” he protested. “I don’t know what. With Donna’s body gone and the police gone Clara and Jenny again stripped naked. Clara made some sandwiches for herself Steven and Jenny for lunch. Clara said, “It is too bad Donna took her life by hanging in our oak tree.” “I cannot imagine why she wanted to kill herself.” “They left her ladder there.” “At one time I was very depressed when your father died but Jenny and your sister Joyce were there for me and saved me from doing the same thing.” “I don’t think Donna had any children.” After. There was also a large blanket spread out on the floor. I could make out the faint sound of a woman singing to herself. The singing got louder and louder, and soon my wife Danielle walked into the room. Hi, hon. I see youre up. My eyes widened in amazement. My new wife was wearing a the little white lace bra and panties that she had worn on our honeymoon just weeks ago. She also had on, the thigh high stockings and high heels she had worn. Her hair was done up and she was putting on the . At the lunch break, when Mistress and I were alone in her suite of rooms, she was clearly out of sorts, apparently upset with some of the things her parents wanted to do with the company. I listened quietly, for she often used me as a sounding board, and as someone she could vent her feelings to, knowing I would rather die than repeat them to anyone else.When she ran down, I asked her, “But didn’t your father say early this morning that they wanted to expand their manufacturing operations in.