We were comfortable and well off. I was a marketing manager for a small company that made industrial sump pumps. Marsha did not work and never had. We...had no problems either financially or personally. And then I screwed it up by getting curious.I took Marsha’s Kia to get an oil change. I happened to notice that she had two house keys on her key ring. I know that is not that unusual, but since I only had one key I couldn’t help but wonder what the second key was for. It bothered the dickens out. It was her swollen sex, puffing out thru the rip in the pantyhose fabric, and available for him to rub and then pinch at. “Guess it’s time to fuck this pretty new arrival. Let her know what she is now!” he growled into her anguished terrified face.He slid two of his thick fingers into her wet cunt, moistened still by the ejaculations of her a*****or. He dropped her legs down to the ground and began to unzip his fly. He pulled his long cock out and grinned, as Zack commented behind the poor. The land proved more stable than the many doubters believed when it was built in 1897. None expected the fence to still be standing ten years later and gruesome predictions of the houses fate filled the gossips for years. Vindictive visions of mudslides had seen first the fence, then the big Victorian house collapsing down the crumbling face of the bluff, taking the family along with it. The handsome Victorian had been remodeled various times, enlarging the once fashionable small rooms to more. All that."Glad to hear you had a fun day," I wrote back, tongue-in-cheek. Then, I told her that her next task was to masturbate for at least 30 minutes the next morning before going to work, but still no cumming. Also, I asked if she owned a dildo or vibrator, and if so, to describe it.Her reply Monday night was short and a bit desperate: "when do I get to cum? Please!?" I laughed at that. She also explained that her only dildo had disappeared a while back ("must've misplaced it during the long.