I must have moaned because he laughed. He gripped my panties over my pussy lips and pulled them aside when I felt his hand on my pussy that way, it wa... really enjoyable. I moaned louder, but did not push his hand away. He danced with me and slowly, without even realizing, he pushed me into the bedroom. He undid my bra and pushed me down onto the bed. I could feel goose bumps coming on my skin wherever he touched and I thoroughly enjoyed it. He kissed my boobs and sucked on them a bit while. I lean down and kiss those lips of hers.“Arthur? I… I’m a little…”“Don’t worry, I’ll take it nice and slow at first. But Andrew?”“Yes?”“After tonight, you’re mine,’ I start to press my cock between her cheeks. She grits her teeth and grips the bed. Fuck her ass is so tight.I slowly push and wiggle my cock until it finally pops inside her. “Urgh…” She groans out. “It hurts!”“Shhh…” I bring my hand over and brush the hair away from her face as tears roll down her cheeks.I kiss them away. “Don’t. The big boxy black one, which I feared with atavistic terror, and a slim modern pink one, which said cute, feminine and functional. I had no choice but to be silent. I looked down, terrified and broken. My bowels were ice, and I was worried about losing control there and fouling myself. A brief image flared in my punished consciousness of the last food I'd eaten, a toasted bacon and mushroom sandwich beside the electric fire, almost kindly cooked and offered. "You do what I say! Alway!" She. Since I would have them for the greater part of the year, Diane would suffer a net loss, so that was hurriedly reversed.I set about establishing the routine for the children, using my position in work to allow me to be at home as much as possible for them. Diane would take them for part of the weekend and I would use this to make up time in work. After the children went to bed I spent much of my time doing the household duties. These posed no problem to me. I had learned to look after myself in.