"If you love me so much, then why did you cheat?" I don't know, Hannah, but I don't want to lose you," she fretted, taking my hands. "He was wearing a...condom."I tugged my hands back. "Good, but maybe we should have some time apart. I'm gonna go crash at Barb's place for a few nights," I stated before I grabbed my underwear."No, don't put your panties on, Hannah. Can't we just talk about this?"I snatched my bra. "You cheated, so there is nothing to talk about," I made clear, hooking it.I got. Well, she should not. After all, Hannahwasn't really his daughter. It was something no one else knew, not eventhe real father - probably some drunk Gwen met while partying 18 yearsago. And it happened not long after she had walked down the aisle withPeter. In spite of how much Peter had loved her, Gwen had no regrets that shecheated on her husband. As a matter of fact, she continued sleepingaround whenever Peter wasn't around, and the husband wasn't around alot. Her life was too precious to be. She squirmed more as I could tell they were extremely painful. Then they got a whip and began to whip her pussy. They seemed careful not to inflict too much damage, but enough to cause as much pain as possible. They each took turns. Then they brought some alcohol and poured it on her pussy. It must have burned like fire. Then they whipped her some more, then poured more alcohol on her. They looked at me and said that they wanted me to see what happened when I disobeyed. And now I was. " and then his words sank in and she shrieked, "You bastard!" But her anger was muted for she carefully placed her drink on a coaster before following up and hitting him on the shoulder with her fist."Okay, okay!" He said as if trying to placate her. "You can be a slut in public too!"She couldn't withhold her laughter any longer. And threw her arms around his shoulders as her body shook with spasm after spasm of laughter."As a matter of fact, I can," she murmured after the laughter stopped."But.