"Gamelin felt weak and tired; the priests had been right, this was really more tiring than he would have imagined. He smiled wanly. "I need to sleep, ...udy. I'm so tired..." The world once again faded away and he slept.He missed Judy turning to Lydia. "It was too much."Lydia shook her head. "Judy, Gamelin is a fine man, but even fine men would be unhappy to find out that they've been spoon-fed the news piecemeal to 'protect' them." I suppose. He's a stubborn bastard, when he wants to be."Lydia. "That's it. You're loving it aren't you. Iknew you would make a good slut for Mark. He was right. You want to suckhis hard manly cock don't you. Don't stop . . . faster now. You love theway I stroke your clittie for you don't you." We were all in a rhythm withAngie stroking my 'clittie', and me stroking Marks cock as he thrust itinto my mouth."Almost there girlie. You're gonna get some sauce for your tube steak!Ahh, ahh, ahh. Here it comes!" Mark was almost yelling now, and Angie. . why?" Wendy asked, her sobs becoming hiccups now."Because Housekeeper Brigit told me about your mother's plight when she was short of money and I could afford to pay for you. Your mother's boyfriend came into the picture later, I knew he was going to be with her overnight, but I didn't realise he would still be there, I'm sorry Slave Wendy." Frank said to her standing her up on her feet."But... what's going to happen to me now?" Wendy sobbed."Well now you belong to me, did you hear what I. I studied myself in the mirror once more and decided that I didn’t look bad for a woman of 41. Okay, bigger boobs would be nice, but at least everything was still perky and I had a trim waist and slim long legs. Perhaps someone would love me again? I hung up my towel and headed to the bedroom to get dressed and think about fixing myself some dinner and finding a good book to read. I spent the following morning feverishly arranging and rearranging my CD’s into categories which although a little.