Michelle patted my leg and looked at me lovingly. “It’s just sex with him, lover. You make me feel so complete and desired as a woman.” I smi...ed at her. I was getting the idea that my ‘reward’ was to watch her fuck the masseuse in front of me, which frankly gave me mixed feelings. I was falling deeply for Michelle, and while the ‘live porn’ aspect of watching them fuck in front of me was exciting, I felt a pang of jealousy, as I didn’t know if I wanted to share her with another man at this. Mrs Mayfield pulled the heavy brocade curtains across the window and turned to her guests, “That’s better, isn’t it? The walls of this house are so thick that we are always warm and cosy even in the worst weather. Now, take off your clothes and make yourselves comfortable whilst I fix us something to eat.”Rachel and Thomas looked at each other and then at Mrs Mayfield in utter surprise, convinced that they must have misheard her.“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mrs Mayfield said, seeing their look of. "She gazed at her husband and the smile she gave him was almost blinding. In the nine years she and I had been married, I had never received a look like that.I stood up and addressed the men and their wives. "There is no doubt that on the edited tape Mary was raped. I saw the woman I loved and who I thought loved me, turned into a slut. I could have turned you all into the police and you all might still be in prison. I didn't, because I counted the number of children we all fathered and I. Liz forced herself to take both her hands away from her pussy and sat up in the bed feeling suddenly very guilty for having such a naughty fantasy about one of her own children. “I’m just drunk,” she said to herself for her weekly rationalization for finding anything sexually pleasurable, “My mind is just looking for anything to play with myself to. I need a distraction.” As she said this, she glanced at the bedside table right next to her. Though it was a giant bed, Liz tended to sleep to one.