Very loudly and clearly, yet breathlessly, I heard her begin repeating:“Oh my God. Yes. Yes. Oh my God. Yes.”Of course, I immediately now knew...everything. Julie and Paul were fucking. Duh! It was obvious now that I was played. I stirred for an instant but then decided to simply stop and remain on the sofa. I reasoned that they left together and this meant that Julie must have consented. So, I lay still. I listened. The sounds I heard of Julie were unlike any I had ever heard. I think I should start with Lizzi. I met Lizzi as a friend of a friend. She was strangely eccentric, exceptionally elitist, intelligent to a flaw, and appeared farther from normal than anyone I’d ever met. I first spoke to her out of necessity, she was there and it was awkward to stand in silence. It wasn’t until months later that I found out how much I needed to know her. I listened to my family far too much. They said, ‘go to college.’ I went. They said, ‘be a teacher.’ I majored in. "How about you just focus on my cunt now, sweetie! Only tongue my cunt!" she orders. I compile, and, start running my tongue up and down mommy’s swollen pussy lips. "You keep this up, and, you'll make me cum, do you want to make me cum?" Mommy asks. "Mm-mmm! Mm-mmm! Mm-mmm!" I moan out. My Moms body tenses up, and, she has a loud, wet orgasm, soaking my face. Then she slowly rises off of my face. "Did you like that?" "No, Mommy I didn't like that." "What didn't you like about it?" I'm your. He could see by the look on my face that my feelings were hurt, badly hurt. How is a woman supposed to deal with this kind of disappointment? It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to even comprehend the blatant insensitivity of a man who wouldn't even tie up his own wife.He'd promised me just last month that we'd try out some new restraints, but he never bought them. It was always some excuse or other. The handcuffs he had always loved using on me were gathering dust, tossed in a.