Last Tuesday, she was out shopping and I got home before she did. I was feeling kind of horny and decided to take matters into my own hands. I strippe... down and lay down on the bed and was taking a good long time stroking my tool. I had the lotion out and was replaying a few moments from the Spank Bank back in my mind.I am so used to living alone, I guess I lost track of my surroundings because my sister walked in on me, lubed up cock in hand, lying back on the bed in my own filthy little. “Oh, we have a little one running around named Linda, she’s two years old and quite precocious. Nice to meet you two! The festivities start in about fifteen minutes, you might want to get yourselves a seat?” our beautiful mother said.We nodded and walked around just looking at all the people, talking to one another. I saw a little boy about five, fidgeting with his tie. We walked over and I bent down to help him, asking, “What’s your name little fellow. Let me help you with that tie.”“My name. She’s bound to come home soon.”We picked up Ginger and Agent Ferraro drove me a few blocks from my house and let me out. “We’ll see you tomorrow night at your office at seven p.m., ok?”“Ok.” Ginger and I walked the block to our house. The front door had been left unlocked by the police. Inside was a shamble. There was no sign of my wife. I got water and food for Ginger and then saw the light blinking on our answering machine.Besides from me, there were several from Marissa’s clients wondering. You’re ... spoiling me rotten, babe!” I groaned as I felt that warm, tight, slippery twat clench down on my dick all over again.“That’s the point. So you don’t want to leave. Don’t worry, we’ll help you with your revenge on Danielle, too, and on that Ramone fucker. She fucked with the wrong dude, one whose super rich boss lady is madly in love with him! I got connections. I tracked people down. I found her weaknesses, including Michelle.“Who do you think really put the handcuffs idea in.