Abe had left me and gone upstairs to struggle through the implications of our conversation and was exhausted thereby -- and the girls were totally off...cycle and had been burning a lot of energy dashing around during the afternoon. All three had crashed a bit before Beth, Frieda and I got home and they were still asleep. While they had missed a few things, Vera made it clear to Tara and Keisha upstairs that she was asking for this, so they were up on that piece, at least.Tara handled maintenance. ” “Will you hate me if I do?” “No, why should I?” “I feel as if I’m being unfaithful to you for wanting this.” “Don’t be silly. I just have to be sure that I’ll have a marriage to come back to, not some shivering wreck of a husband that thinks I don’t want him any more because I’ve had a night of deluxe sex.” She picked up the dildo again and started to lick the end of it. She ran her tongue around it then opened her mouth and took a few inches in. “It tastes of you and me,” she said. “Nice.”. Being held absolutely helpless in the stocks, unable to move my arms or head and unable to see anything behind me but knowing that my husband and a stranger were staring at my cunt and discussing it as though I were a piece of meat, I was humiliated and furious. At the same time, my body was betraying me and I wanted them to touch me. After a few minutes, almost as though he could read my mind, I heard Bill say She also tastes really good Fred, taste her if you like! Now in spite of the fact. "I don't know if this is the right place or not, but there is a note on my friends door. I am supposed to pick up a package?" There was a larger degree of uncertainty in her voice, than the note should have caused."And your name is?" I asked."Adrian, my friend's note said she would leave a package with you for me to pick up."I had been writing too many mystery stories, I told myself. Still I couldn't get over her nervous manner. "I'm afraid not. Sorry, but I don't have any package for you.