"The dance card is an acceptance card of the key's received. Do hurry. I'll explain more on the way."I released her and she rushed to open the door do...nstairs.Well at least I'd find out about the damned keys now. I gathered up the small handfull and let them fall into the handbag that was indeed, the size of my hand and simply a bag that matched my gown which drew together with a draw string ribbon."Here we go." I said to the empty room and headed for the stairs.I heard Scott's and Eddie's. You get the picture.Finally, the drywall was in place. All I needed to do now was start spackling, papering, and smoothing out the joints. I was putting all of this together when she returned."Here ya go!" she said as she set the coffee on the dining room table. The shirt didn't gap open any as she leaned over, but I swear I could see a bit of jiggle as her breasts moved. I felt myself getting hard.She sat down in a dining chair that I'd moved out of the way. She pulled one leg up and put a. He grabbed her head and started forcing more of into her mouth, making her gag on it. Spit drooled from her lips as he kept pumping it to her and I could see he was trying to force it down her throat. He finally got it into her throat and her hands flew out to her sides as she choked and gagged on it. "Take it easy," I cried, "you are going to kill her if you keep that up!" She will learn to take it right to my short and curlies," he said. This bitch needs to learn how to suck cock." He groaned. "I did not sleep that night; I tossed and turned as images of Becky moved in and out of my subconscious. If she called I would go to her regardless of the consequences to my marriage, or hers. I knew it wasn't right, but I knew that I couldn't stop myself.The call didn't come from Becky; it came from my son Steve. "Dad, I'm going out of town on business for a couple of days and I told Becky she could call you if she needed anything. Is that okay with you?"Oh God, I thought, this is bad. It's.