The wife was angry with me for wasting my money on drink, not like she'd not like as not have wasted it on some pointless frill for the girls. Like wh... did she think we were, bloody toffs? So when I'd had my supper, and she went into a bed colder than a witch's tit, I remembered Charles would be at the pub, talking everyone's ear about union strength and all that tosh. To be honest, I didn't know that I believed in that stuff. Sounded too good to be true and probably was. Still, wasn't fair for. You could see her shudder from it. Atnight she would fist fuck her girl for the night. She dress was veryconservative. Suits that were very school marmish. She was a flamingdyke. She loved to take young pretty prisoners especially new ones andrape them with her extra large strap-on dildo. When they were no newprisoners, she had a roster of mama's girls she would pick from for anight of pleasure, for her. Hell for the girl. Before long, I wasassigned to her quarters as her maid and housekeeper.. Again Jody watched intranced, staring at Wendy's pussy as though it held all the secrets of life. When she passed her last drops, Jody reached out and handed her the toilet paper. She looked at me a moment before taking it. I shook my head once, answering her silent question. She took the paper from Jody and wiped her pussy clean. She didn't flush, just as I hadn't. No sense in wasting water. I pulled on Jody's leash slightly, signaling for him to stand up. "Now your turn, baby," I. Anyhoo, there was me, 15 years of age, walking out on to the public street, in the middle of town, with a crate of Bud. I would bring it around the corner to a lane way where my mates would be waiting and we would divide it up and pack it in our school bags. We would then cycle the three miles to our road and stash the beers at the old bridge. Well on this friday night, we were all having a good time, chatting and taking the piss out of each other as we normally did, when we saw some people,.