"Hello Stan nice to hear from you. No your brother that asshole is not home. He is probably at some titty bar. He hasn't held his son for one second y...t. He doesn't care about me or the baby."She thought: "I married the wrong brother Stan is such a nice guy. Nice responsible and he would make a great father." Thus began Carmella's plan."Stan, how about you come over? And you can see your nephew? You can keep me company I will make us dinner."She went upstairs and began dressing and doing her. We were spending a fortune on fuel and motels driving to other towns where John would go out and pick up some strangers and bring them back to the hotel.John started asking them to chip in some money but the guys then “wanted their moneys worth” and I had to do some pretty disgusting things to put on a show, some of it was quite fun like sitting on beer bottles, sliding down on the corner posts of the hotel bed etc etc.One night while I was bent over the hotel bed surrounded by 5 guys, a guy. But I knew he was right–I hadn't been all he wanted and needed. We'd had long talks about our boring sex life before, and I knew what he wanted from me. Only I couldn't and wouldn't give in to his desires. I was brought up to think of sex as a dirty chore, something a woman did because it was her duty to please her husband. Only I hadn't pleased him. I hadn't done my womanly duty."I'm sorry, Richard. I know I haven't been the wife... the lover... you want me to be," I said. Admitting that I. But I hadn’t the courage to face her again. So I refused her call saying that I have had my food in the fridge. That night I was alone in my home and I masturbate many times thinking of my aunt and watching cds. On the next day morning about 7.00 A.M I heard the doorbell ringing. I was sleeping then .I got up and opened the door. It was my aunt. I am surprised to see her in the early morning. I never expected her then. She came in with a packet of bread and butter and said that it was for my.