Everything was in proportion; her bust, her waist, her hips, even her soft, smooth butt. It was her face that got my attention though. Soft, smoothly ...val, and framed by her straight shoulder-length auburn hair, those high cheeks and an upturned button nose screamed femininity. Her pouty lips invited a man to taste and kiss them until Hell froze over. Her eyes? Probably the lightest colour of blue I could remember. They beckoned and called me to dive into them, to seriously consider spending. About that time the doorbell rang and I got up and answered the door it was Dave the next door neighbor, I had called him and told him I wanted him to come over and have sex with me.Dave didn't know that my husband was home handcuffed to the bed. I started kissing Dave and started pulling his zipper down, getting his cock out. Dave dropped his pants and I went down on my knees and started sucking the cock that my husband had sucked the day before.I started feeling real nasty and naughty and. I’d had no mental space for additional worries.“Well, that’s great, isn’t it? As for the rest: I’ll cope, Jen. And if I can’t I’ll seek counselling in my own time.”- - - - - - -Brave words. I meant them, too. I knew the months of slavery had unsettled me, but surely I could restore my balance without outside help.Nils and Sergio had kept their distance, always there to give practical help but leaving Helen and Jen to provide Katrina and me with emotional support. They were wise, though at the. So they ate, drank, laughed and continued their charade.Back at home, Kassja was lying on Athea’s bed and watched her pacing the room.“He knows it!” Athea cursed. “Someone has blabbed, but it wasn’t Menja.”“I think he knows that we’re hiding something, but he doesn’t know what we are hiding,” Kassja voiced her opinion.“That’s a given. I told him to stay away from Jenaya, but didn’t give him a reason for it.” Athea replied.“He didn’t ask for one?” Kassja sounded surprised.“You need to better get.