But now, as she watched her luscious, sleek golden-haired Jan moving about in the large and elegantly furnished kitchen, she wondered if she had been ...ntirely right in the way she had brought her daughter up. Because swinging had taught her how pleasurable -- and perfectly decent -- swinging could be. There was scarcely anything that could fire her more now than to witness Arnold having his heavily hardened cock sucked on by some other woman, or to see him standing over her snapping pictures. “Well, she suddenly found herself attracted to him.” My wife shook her head. “I thought it was normal. You know, some infatuation. I told her she had a choice, to be faithful to you. Those feelings didn’t matter, they were normal, and so long as she didn’t act on them, there was nothing wrong about it.”“Interesting,” I said. I opened the screen and opened Becky’s profile. I headed to her Spiritual Menu.Spiritual Sexuality Faith Morality SocialI tapped on her Social Sub-Menu and then her. Tired and hungry I wanted to see my family, my wife. Worse yet was when I was home, beginning to relax and a call came. Regardless, we had to attend. That was the life of a furnace man.I was just about all the way out the highway, passing the Fixit Shop on my left when my pager went off, time to find a phone booth. There were no cell phones yet. The call was a no heat from my “good friend” the “Candy Lady” and the old man at the oil heat office was demanding service as soon as possible. “He’s a. . Katrina Mitchell settled into her day the same as she hadthe previous one before it. It was noontime and the sun was on top of the world and blazing through the bars of hercramped little cell. The combination of greasiness of 3 days with out a showercombined with the force feeding and constant bondage was enough to break aweaker woman. Katrina was not a weak woman. She had fought against hercaptors tooth and nail but it only seemed to get her into more situations likethis one. Time seem to.