“Contrary to some of the rumors spread around by the neighborhood gossips back then, Carl and I didn’t break up because he was sleeping with his s...cretary,” she added. “Although for all that I bothered to inquire about it, he could’ve been. What I did know for sure was that sleeping was the only thing happening in the conjugal bed.”Seeing the look of confusion on Sean’s face, Mrs. Willoughby decided to expand her comment a bit more.“Anyone who could do simple math knew that I was pregnant with. Before I could react I felt an extreme pain tear across my own ass. I gave out a yelp as his belt struck me again, this time grazing the top of my pussy. I felt the tingling sensation grow in my pussy as he struck us again and again. Why was I feeling this way I wondered, shifting my legs to try and hide the wetness flowing down my leg. Beside me Jenna was sobbing, tears staining her makeup as red welts formed on her ass and pussy. My own ass was just as red with welts like hers, but for some. It was an eclectic collection of paintings, idols, furniture andother objects that fed my fertile imagination. Some days he would tellme tales the story which adorned each object. He would tell me how hebought a statue of Krishna from a sari draped courtesan in Bombay. Orthe days he spent with the magician Orpheus Maximillian in Budapest. Iwould sip green tea spellbound by all of John's exotic travels. I wasenthralled and envious at the same time. John emerged from the kitchenwith a bamboo tray. I was thinking, don’t knock on the door. He didn’t, he turned to the door knob and the door opened. My mouth dropped opened, the door didn’t lock behind me or didn’t closed all the way. His friend watched from the window as he went inside. His cock was already out. Not too long after, he went inside the room too. I went over to the window to see what was going on, as I thought, the guy jerking off had his pants down and his dick deep in her pussy. I don’t understand, wouldn’t that wake her up?.