It had tohappen of course. She would grow tired of her sissy of a husband andcuckold him with a suave, handsome smooth talking man.I had no evidence t...at she was being unfaithful but Edward was regularlyround our nice house. I'd spotted many knowing nods and winks to Amelia. Ididn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what was going on.Amelia's skirts grow shorter and shorter, knee length to mid thigh lengthto crotch length. Her skirts are even shorter than my dresses!Amelia sipped her tea.. " the youth continued."Balls to butter is logical?" I asked, confused."No, the success rate. In those days infertility was invariably blamed on the woman, which was perhaps no bad thing when at least half the time it was the male equipment that was faulty, so to speak."The youth paused as if his argument was complete, but my blank stare told him he had lost his audience."If they attended enough parties, the fertile women with infertile husbands could get pregnant by the other men. The infertile. She doesn't care if she hurts him with her grip. She has to hold onto something to keep her knees from buckling underneath her. Right now Jake is the closest and best thing to hold onto.Jake feels Katie grip onto him as she cums. Her grip is tight, but not tight enough to hurt him. He notices that her eyes are closed and figures that she is fantasizing about him. He has no idea that she is fantasizing about another man. Katie really hopes that Jake didn't hear her call out Mark's name before. ”“And those are?” he asked."First of all, if you haven't noticed, I'm not a submissive, so drop the whole master routine. Whatever you do with Eva is your business. You attempt to whack me with a whip, I'll cut your nuts off.”"I believe you,” he chuckled.I continued, “I want my cell phone service restored. I wear what I want to wear when I want to, and I want a lock on my bedroom door. Last, I want to be addressed as Mistress Sheffield. Those are my conditions. Take ‘em or leave ‘em.”Kurt.