Something about me being too heavy.I knew something was up. After thirty years of marriage you really get to know your spouse. I knew her so well that...I could tell you when she needed to take a shit. Everything about her had changed. Not just her looks but now her personality that I loved so much. I think her view of me changed as well. It was as though she had been blinded to my looks but now she had been given sight. Instead of the short pudgy little husband, I was the short fat balding man. “It’s time you grew up Roger, you can start with this.”As shocked as I was, I wasn’t about to refuse the alcohol. I’d sneaked a few sips at parties but had never been offered a glass by my mother. I took a swallow which caused my eyes to water, my throat to burn, mom watched then smiled at my reaction to the bourbon. “It takes a little getting used to, kind of like sex, the first time is nerve wracking but exciting. She cocked her head and smiled ever so slightly, “Have you had sex yet?” I felt. The next time I woke, Gem was stroking my hair staring at my face, dazed. "Hey there lady," she said breathlessly. A little more breathlessly than normal. I smiled.Her eyebrows knitted together, "Ericka I got your text. I haven't touched it. I think it's getting smaller." I immediately parted the covers to check. It wasn't.In fact it was pointing directly at my face and only held at bay by her panties. My eyebrows parted higher than the red seas but to appease her calmness I nodded and. ?Shut up BITCH? and immediately a double ended bit cinch was placed in her mouth and tied mercilessly behind her neck. He mouth was distended and open wide with the ends of the bit forced deep almost to her throat, keeping her mouth open a disabling her ability to bite down. ?Spat. Spat? came the sounds and then Karen could feel the spit hitting her face and head. ?Hey lets water board the BITCH with spit.? ?Funk yaaa? ?WHORE, WHORE, WHORE? Karen could here the girls chanting as more and.