Her clothing has been changed to jogging attire, however that wasn’t what she was wearing when she was taken from me. My wife has never worn jogging...attire in her life and somehow her walk, demeanor and soulless look, is frightening to me. I’m also confused as to why she isn’t running away to look for me and her son. I continue to watch her movements, which look somewhat robotic and it puzzles me as to why. Our son slowly awakens exhausted and groggy with his eyes slightly open. I turn to. She lets me get onto the bed and then she attacks my cock sucking me and licking me, she then mounts me and rides me until she cums then me over and over again, giving her four loads before she looks at dad smiling, he now gets up, wipes his finger off on a washcloth from the bathroom door and walks over to her, she’s lying on her back with her legs spread really wide and he comes up between them and starts licking my cum out of her pussy.I’m now hard again and Monica is in heaven being eaten. My husband, Tom, treats me very well and understands my problems and needs. No one man is capable of satisfying my need for sex and to be humiliated and degraded. Tom allows me to pursue my sexual needs and his only stipulations are that I not get pregnant to anyone but him, I always insist on my male lovers wearing condoms, and that I’m always available to him for sex. The first condition is no problem because I am on the ‘pill’ and have been taking it religiously since I was in my early. He falls to the ground, in agony. Into the picture arrives the naked Susan, clearly concerned with the plight of her voyeur, but unable to suppress a gentle laugh nonetheless. She offers her hand to help him up, but he is too embarrassed to accept it. He staggers unaided to his feet, mutters something inaudibly, and the half hobbles, half jogs, back along the road.As he disappears, Susan breaks into unrestrained laughter, picks up her clothes and shoes, and we walk back to our holiday house..