So, are you still trying to work it out?” I asked.“yes and no.” he said. “I tried really hard to forgive her at first but after only a couple ...ays I couldn’t get the thought of her with him out of my head. I would be at work just not knowing if I could trust her or not. It really got to me.”“Yeah I can see that.” I said. Now thinking if it was my hubby how much he’d love the thought of me at home fucking another man in our bed. “We haven’t even had sex in like 5 months.” He said. “oh, sorry. "It's baby oil." Next to it, dear. To the right. Yes." said Valerie.Megan left and, after another fifteen minutes of painting Valerie told Robby to go to bed. She was tired too, and relaxed from her bathroom masturbatory session. When she got to bed herself, she surrendered again and allowed herself one more orgasm, achieved more slowly. It was painfully sweet.She unashamedly thought about her little boy's not-so-little penis while she came.Two rooms away, Robby's fist flailed his cock. The two of them, working together, playing her body like an instrument. A small ripple ran through her, the very beginnings of an orgasm. The pressure spike that let her know it was on the horizon. Her toes curled. She missed Bella so much. Now that the mirror was broken, it was going to be a lot harder to ignore the feelings of loneliness. She hoped Bella was alright.She opened her mouth, like she was going to say something to herself, but the only thing that came out was a small, angry whine.. ThePresenter watches as each sissy stands shaking from the leashes whichare now forcing their backs to arch. 'I hope' the Presenters begins,'That these devices will remind you to show respect to everyone here andwhen you are spoken to, you WILL answer promptly and politely ... IS THATUNDERSTOOD!' each sissy forces themselves to curtsy and say 'Yes sir'.The studio lights flash and one of the assistant brings out aclapperboard in front of the camera. The Presenter turns dramatic to thecamera with.