She was pretty sure there was a mess in the panties.Rebecca was on the phone when she finished in the washroom. The warm washcloth had felt so good on...her aching vulva and it was permitted—it was cleansing. The fresh panties made her feel more comfortable. She was careful to choose one of her newer ones, not worn and over washed looking. As she fluffed her chin length dark blonde hair with the natural hints of red she realized that the condition of her panties probably didn't matter all that. As he sits atop her and she tugs on his cock, Pet whispers, “A little bit curious, but I could never do it.”“Pet!” Cuck protests.“Your wife does have a mind of her own,” I chide him.“I know that,” he splutters. “But…”On screen the man’s cock is spurting, cum shooting out on the woman’s breasts as she gabbles away. “You’d like that, though, wouldn’t you, Pet? All that cum all over your gorgeous tits.”“Stop it!” Pet cries, nudging me in the side. “You’re embarrassing me!”But it’s obvious that. I’ve studied Eastern philosophy and Eastern religions, and the thing I’m most attracted to is Russian Orthodoxy. But more from a worldview than as a ‘believer’. I take it you’re an atheist?”“What kind of god would create this world? And if he did, would he really be a god you would worship?”“I suppose it all depends on your viewpoint. I don’t see everything as negative and bad. There is good in the world and that’s what I look for.”“You’re going to be disappointed.”“Maybe,” I said. “But I’m not. He was the only who brought me my food and made sure I was comfortable, but he was not very big on talking and seemed to be at odds with his father.I felt quite safe in Karter’s home until the day I regained enough strength to stand up. I asked permission to take a walk outside, hoping the fresh air would help me recover more quickly. To my utter surprise, Karter refused. At first, I thought he was kidding, but when I tried the door and discovered it was locked, it became evident that the man.