I went into my bedroom and put on a short white satin chamois with black lace and matching thong panties. Our sofa faces the hallway from our bedroom....I walk out to the living room entrance and ask, “what do you think boys?” My husband smiles and says, “hot!” Jack says nothing as the look on his face, he is in awe. I sit back down between them, rubbing their thighs, asking about the score. My hands work their way to each crotch as I feel their hardness growing. My husband waste no time and. So much for the legendary Friday night I had been promised. But I could not really blame her, one of her two large dogs (see The Barbie Lez Fantasies Week 6: Two Dogs for full details) was spending the night at the vets and his overly depressed brother could not be left alone. She had tried that once before and he had wrecked the whole place, his mood fluctuating between utterly depressed and hyperactive. So we were forced to spend Friday evening hanging out with her depressed dog instead of. I cooked, cleaned and did laundry. I ironed. I shopped for food and cut the grass. I did my best, but that never seemed to be good enough for Stephie. The first week I could do nothing right. No matter how hard I cleaned, Stephie came home and found more dirt or identified something I'd missed at the store. Stephie always inspected my work the moment she got home, even before she removed her work clothes. The humiliation I'd felt before was nothing compared to what I felt watching Stephie walk. “What can I get you?” he asked. Esther said she was drinking rum and coke. Ralph then took her glass and began to pour her drink when she said, “Please make it weak, I don’t want to get too smashed. My husband is in no shape to drive.” Ralph honored her wish and handed her a weak drink. Esther thanked him and she returned to the living room while Ralph made a drink for him self.An hour passed and she couldn’t find Janet, so she climbed the stairs to the second floor to search. Esther was.