Okay, that was definitely an alarm bell. Still, I reasoned, for her to come to me had to mean it was serious. I looked her in the eye and said, "You h...ve my word."She was silent for another moment; then, "I think, I'm pretty certain, Brad is having an affair."That knocked the emotional wind right out of me. I couldn't believe it. Brad had seen how my first wife's cheating had hurt me. I was unable to believe he'd turn around and inflict it on his own wife."Do you have actual evidence?" I asked.. I wondered if my breath smelled as minty to him. While he wrapped me, he repeatedly told me that I was his slut, his fuck toy, and his painslut. The tone of his monologue was soft, caressing but left no room for arguing, ‘Suzie, you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? I bet you begged that husband of yours to abuse you, didn’t you?’ I emphatically shook my head, but my gag prevented any comeback. I attempted to mentally distance myself by remembering my family, dreaming about my babies. When I. We decided to leave our towels inside so that they would be warmer than the snow when we finished. I placed my towel by the door and turned around to a shocking surprise. Kelsey’s towel had been tossed to the side and there she was standing in a very sexy two piece suit. She had a smile on that begged the question if I liked what I saw. Seeing her breasts barely held in by the cloth made me have to turn away before the tent in my trunks gave her an answer without me even having to say a word. . I clicked "send" on my computer with great anticipation and I wasgreeted by a friendly email the very next day from one of the Ladiesof the house. Ms. Veronica. Ms Veronica was one of the mistresses ofthe house, and clinical Psychologist who also helped counsel peoplein the discovery of Female Supremacy.Over the next couple of days we exchanged emails then a phone withboth myself and my husband. It was explained that the house was veryreal. That males who came to the house were expected to live.