She expected frustration at home. Her place in his life depended on it.The producer couldn't help deceiving. She resisted her desperation. She told hi... if he continued his lies he couldn't have her. She told him she could find out about him. She asked what difference it made if he told her the truth except she would become his mistress. He told his story.Loving his wife and two sons, both adults and rebellious but essentially good, wasn't enough. He needed an outlet. At first he seduced. ”“I thought they were on their honeymoon,” I admitted.“Here’s something interesting,” volunteered Curtis. “‘Honeymoon’ in Spanish is like in English, but it doesn’t have anything to do with the moon or honey,”His twin poked his side. “Mr. Americano, so unromantic. You make honey under the moon, right, Mom?”Tonight, Curtis headed our backrub line, me in the middle.Our neighbors pulled a blanket over them, and by its movements, like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in “From Here to Eternity,”. “What was that?” she asked quietly“I have no idea” Kathrine said as she listened for it again, there was another moan from her room “Let’s check it out”Both girls headed up the stairs, careful not to make any noise each went to their bedroom doors and placed an ear to it, listening for any more noise.It was Kathrine who acted first slowly she cracked her door open slightly and peaked in, what she saw shocked her, Micheal was laid on her bed, the big double, with his pants down and his cock hard. Jones said.Swish, CRACK!It was hard to stay in position, but I said, "One. Thank you, Mrs. Jones."I held on to the last rung of the chair as tight as I could.Swish, CRACK!"Two. Thank you, Mrs. Jones." You now see why the cane is so effective in changing behavior patterns. Get ready for number three."Swish, CRACK!"Three. Thank you, Mrs. Jones."Swish, CRACK!"Four. Thank you, Mrs. Jones." Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire.Swish, CRACK!"Five. Thank you, Mrs. Jones." This last.