" She looked up at me. "I don't want you to leave. I love you. I wish we could work this out." Then she turned and headed for the kitchen.I thought ab...ut it as I finished my coffee. I thought about it as I tooled the riding mower around the yard. I thought about it in the shower. I thought about it as I made myself a sandwich.I didn't know what to think anymore.I walked out to the living room, a coke and a diet coke in my hand. I settled on the couch and found the ball game. Cammie came into. Then we escaladed to me calling her all sorts of names like bitch, whore, fuck puppet, slut, and names like that. Then we escaladed to where I made her do things she didn’t like doing like cooking while a vibrator was in her…which reminds me.” He picked up the remote that was sitting in his lap and pressed the pulsate button. The instant he hit the button we heard Jeanette slightly moan. He called into the kitchen, “Remember you have to tell me when you’re about to cum, ‘Slut’.” We heard her. By now KK and Rekha had become good friends and KK used to pamper her with chocolates and little gifts. He used to hug her many times and had openly teased and fondled her on many occasions, asking her if she had any boy friends and asking if any boys used to try and feel her tits or ass or legs, like this and this. Rekha probably knew that KK had the hots for her. She herself was of the age where girls would often talk about sex, penises, etc. She must have been very curious and probably liked. I can't believe how much girls' moms can screw up their daughters - and I won't get into that now, but my lovely wife now suffers from weird self-esteem issues, even though, she is consistently the most fit, most attractive, most head-turning red-head at any given place at any given time she is honestly caught up in never believing she is pretty.In the bedroom, I'm clearly the most aggressive - given the self-esteem issues I mentioned before. I would bring up these fantasies of her picking up.