I just knew in my own mind what was going on. I was being drugged and my wife was in on it. I knew that Jo was planning on getting shagged by Martin C...osener that night. Right, I thought, in my drunken state, you want to shag the wanker, you can shag him. Come on, I told you I’m pretty good at cutting my own nose off. But you’re gonna shag your way out of this marriage, you cheating bitch. I wondered how many times she’d been shagged by Crosener in the past. You know we weren’t together all the. All the blood wanting to be at one place. Her kicks, hitting my ribs, increasingly painful. Somewhere, I passed out again. From the pain, or from hanging upside down. Hungry, thirsty, I woke up, her lips next to mine, gently kissing me. The contrast in behaviour could not be greater. These, soft sensual kisses, was from the same lady who just tried to crush my ribs. The pain still there. She whispers, you thirsty, I close my mouth, to signal no. Not that I were not thirsty. It was more the. Sure you did. It caused a circuit overload just like when the Irishman fucked you. So get off your high horse. You didn't like the loss of control, and we understand that, but honey it's call acting. You need to learn how to play parts other than Maxine the super bitch.Well, I can see there is no sense arguing with you. I suddenly realized that they were allowing me to argue. They were also trying to justify their actions to me. I wondered what that was all about. Did they have total control. I touched the cucumber to her chin and then drew it down the front of her body until it was below the hemline of her dress. Then lifting the front of her dress with it I pressed it against her pubic mound. I stuck my foot between her feet to spread her legs apart and then pushed and rubbed the cucumber against her bare pussy. I lifted the cucumber and looked at it closely. Rubbing my finger across the top of it I said, "Look, my little slut is already wet." I lowered the cucumber and pressed.