(already, her eyes were watering).Me: Janu, you only told me that I can do anything. And by the way, did you find a pussy for me in the morning?Simran... No Janu. Sorry, I didn’t get the time.Me: Ok. So, as a punishment, you will have to take what I mete out, as a good slave.Simran: Please Janu, anything else I will be okay.Me: Ok Janu, can I at least blindfold you?Simran: Sure, Janu. Thank you for understanding.Me: That’s ok, Janu. (I blindfolded her and asked her to spread her legs).Simran:. ‘Whatever one wants.’ I followed that with a snort laugh. ‘Not all that helpful,’ I said. ‘I don’t have any experience with that.’ ‘I caught the tail end of that,’ said Jen. ‘Didn’t you have a registry? How do you get twenty-seven water pitchers?’ ‘Well, that may not be the exact count, but twenty-seven captures the essence of the situation. And the way you get that many pitchers is you fill out your registry on the assumption that no more than three hundred fifty people will be coming to your. I just had to know what they were doing so I slowly started to creep gingerly down the stairs, ever worried that they would creak and give me away.When I was nearly at the bottom I could hear them but it wasn't talking I heard, it was erratic breathing and my wife giggling. At the bottom of the stairs I slowly peeked around the corner and there in the k**'s TV room, on the mattress that they sat on for watching TV, was my wife Sarah under Bobby. There were no lights on but lighting from the. Now she just looked guilty rather than contrite.Just looking at the two of them, I knew what the situation was, at least part of it. I knew what had been going on. I didn't know where they thought it was going – whether this was a confessional and a promise to not repeat, or a 'dear john' moment, or what it was, but I knew what had occurred prior. You can't not, when you see something like this.I just looked at them for a moment more, then flopped into the chair adjacent to the couch, at right.