I was thinking of doing something special as a thank you forhow well behaved you've been lately. I know you want to make up foryour lack of success i... bed, Tommy. Well, your efforts just haven'tbeen enough. But I had that nice repairman, Jake Johnson by to checkthe hot water heater. Turned out there was nothing wrong with it.Still, you know his slogan. "I can fix just about anything." And heproved how true that is." Wait. You mean Mr. Johnson, the... um... Black gentleman. The one. When you told me more about it, I knew I just had to visit. Is that okay, or were you just giving out what we call a California invitation – you know, drop over some time, and not really mean it?”Dave shook his head, “No, I meant it. As I told you there are about twenty-five men and forty women in the Circle. We’re a very loving bunch. As a matter of fact, fucking around indiscriminately like this is not something we normally do. It does happen, especially at some of our crazy parties, like at. I need to get rid of this stress. And just when he makes up his mind to do just that and turn to leave, the door opens. Janelle is standing there, smiling brightly at him.“Did you have a good day, hon?” she asks, throwing Anders off guard.“Um ... yeah, it was ... okay,” he answers, looking for some sign of deceit.“Well, that’s good,” Janelle says. “Are you coming in or what?”“Yeah, I was just about to,” he says, putting up his guard before stepping in.The first thing his wife does, and it is a. “Fucking skank, you made a mess,” you grin.I resist the urge to grin back. I really am a mess… my lipstick marks the length of your shaft, making a slightly smudgy impression on your pelvis. Tears leave trails of my liner and mascara, making the rest of my makeup streaky.You reach down and throw me to my hands and knees – the cold linoleum biting my knees. The air cold on my ass as my dress is yanked up. No panties – just like you want.The sound of your slaps echo in the restroom. I wince but.