Your own wife. I don't believe this!"I told her I was sorry, that I didn't think it would go that far.She was still angry and said, "You enjoyed watch...ng your own wife get fucked-you stood there and watched and you didn't do anything. If you enjoyed it so much, maybe I should do it again."I told her that she had very much enjoyed getting serviced by that stud, enjoyed getting thoroughly fucked. She said she couldn't help herself, but we were not going to drink and do this scene again.I was. She looked up at me with eyes that were smiling and sparkling telling me that she was very much enjoying what she was doing.It wasn't going to be long now before I was going to blow my load at her, so I placed my hands on either side of her head gently and whispered to her, "Jess, I'm going to come in a moment."She looked up with her grinning eyes, and slid my cock up so that only the head was still in her mouth. She continued to lick and suck in earnest.I couldn't hold out any longer, and just. "Does the bell still gong at midnight?" the judge directed his question to me. I didn't know what he was talking about."The bell tower's gone, Harold," Mr. Oldham spoke up. "Sam and I drove over to the school the summer before last to look around. They used the old bricks to build a walk around a flowerbed." That's a shame," the judge said. "I always knew it was time to put the books away when I heard the gong."It dawned on me that the judge and Mr. Oldham had attended Pontiac College, probably. I went to bed not knowing what tomorrow would bring. Maybe Hannah would be able to explain to me why she wanted to be my slave or maybe Hannah would steal away in the middle of the night. I hoped she didn't try the latter, but I would not begrudge her if she did.Eileen joined Ann in trying to cheer me up but neither my mind nor my body was willing.No one had seen or heard from Hannah all the next day and when I arrived home from work I used the master key to unlock her room. I didn't see her at.