The screen faded to black. And so, which one are you? asked Evelyn. Both, said Mary. You said you wanted truth and this is the truth of what I want. ... want my husband to beg to lick my ass. Then I want him to lick and kiss it before making me come like a whore on his face. I want him to have to give me all the pleasure that he has denied me over the years, by force. I want to be able to punish him and then make him pay a penance by serving me like a slave in the house and outside. I want to. YUM!I was putting plates on the table when my mother walked in the back door. She put the food down on the kitchen table before embracing me, planting a wet kiss on my mouth and putting one of her hands down the front of my sweats. Brrr! Her hands were ice cold.I could feel myself starting to harden when she pulled her hand out of my pants ... and her tongue out of my mouth. "Let's eat while the food is hot. We have all night for that stuff." She told me as she pulled her heavy coat off,. "What if ... what if we get caught?" We won't get caught. Trust me. And even if we do. Whose actually getting caught here? Me and Danny, that's who. And that's when we'd use the story, if we even need to. But I seriously doubt it. I'm sure I'll have Danny's full and undivided attention at the time, when you come home. I'll wait, and make sure he's totally occupied, when I see the house alarm being turned off. That's when you come up stairs to my bedroom. And since you're both supposedly away. .. da habe ich genug von meinen Eltern geerbt. Meine Eltern! Vielleicht ist das der Grund, warum in mir so eine Leere herrscht? Sie sind früh gestorben und waren nie richtig für mich da. Aber auch das kann es nicht sein.Ich seufze, nehme einen tiefen Schluck meines Lieblingswhiskys- ein 16 yo Glen Moray- und schaue aus dem Fenster. Draußen regnet es und der Himmel ist grau. Im Hintergrund höre ich das Knistern des Kamines in meinem Büro. Da Klopft es an der Tür. "Herein", sage ich Richtung Tür..