"I saw Shelly there. She had a boatload of bags with her. Said she found lots of good deals at TWO TO TENS." I see Nick shiver. "Oh lord, what is she ...oing to have on today?" we both laugh. I notice Nick looking down at my feet. I wiggle my toes. I look down and notice that my pant leg has caught on the cuff and is bagged up around it. I pull my leg back and hear the padlock make a clanking noise against the steel of the hasp on the buckle. I hop that Nick didn't see or hear anything. I look. At Dinner, everyone was quiet. I made chicken and set the table. No one was in a joking mood. My husband was worn out from our love making. Courtney and Michael looked somber and reticent about the punishment.“I had to punish Michael and Courtney today,” I said to Pat once I sat down to join them for dinner.Courtney and Michael looked at one another as if they couldn’t believe I was going to tell their father about what I had done.Pat seemed relatively uninterested in the details. He took a. She then took the towel off her head and stood and removed her robe. I stood up not knowing what to do when she knelt before me and undid my pants and removed my rock hard cock. Mrs. Jean was a very pretty woman, she had blonde hair with no dark roots, at that time the nicest set of tits I had ever seen, a neatly trimmed light brown bush, she was thin and not in bad shape and had a classy air about her. She very gently took my cock in her mouth and gave me a light BJ, but she stopped before I. The rumors of the "breeding farms" for the survivor females where the nubile women were confined to concentration camp conditions and subjected to either old fashioned insemination methods or "fertilized" with frozen viable sperm was enough to make the women in his band look fearfully over their shoulders whenever any indication of Military forces in close proximity filtered into the band. He had personally witnessed how they executed the captured Looters both male and female out of hand with.