He was so grateful for the release.I enjoyed the small climaxes he gave me but they were unnecessary. An eight-incher had reamed and plundered my crot...h after lunch as part of client-satisfaction protocol, ie, to make a big sale. My dinner partner carried a thick seven-incher which had deep-fucked me to several good ones too. But they were not there to give me a little pre-sleep relaxation. That’s what my husband was for and he knew it.He gets to fuck me on Sundays, holidays, and special ones. Was this the first time? No, definitely not. There was the episode with the fire that I wanted to ask Mr. Shelby about. That was the one that stood out the most. Were there others? As soon as I asked myself, I flashed back to the damsel in distress and having tea with the world's sweetest dragon. It was like a cascade from there. I had been in and out of Allison's dreams for years. Why Allison? Proximity? If so, then why not my mom and dad? Okay, simple really, I wasn't allowed in their room if. I told them we'd be there at 6:00 and I left the bar. All I had to do now was convince my wife, who openly despised Rick and Tony, that she had to voluntarily go to a motel room and "be" with them! I was very quiet when I got home and Lana knew something was wrong. She kept asking me to tell her and I finally broke down. I nearly cried when I explained that I had bet with Rick and Tony again, even though she warned me not too. I told her how much I owed them and then I told her what the plan. Fuck!I turned back to the house, where I stayed until well after the boys had gone to bed, just in case Peter did come back, but he didn't.On Monday, Carole looked at me and just asked, "Shit is still continuing to happen?" Yup. Phone calls on both Friday night and Saturday morning, plus he was sitting in his car outside the house yesterday, just waiting for his chance." I smiled, grimly."That's almost stalking. Poor Molly. Doesn't he understand that it's over?" It's a long way from stalking.