First, here's the people involved: I'm Rachel, I was thirty-four when this all started. My husband is Steve, he's a year older than I am. We have two ...ons, Andy was thirteen when this began and Jeff was two years younger.Now, you need to know about me.I was raised in Nebraska, on a farm, by parents who were deeply religious. I mean very fundamentalist and extremely conservative. We were twice-a-week churchgoers and read the Bible every night and every morning.When I went away to college to. With steady fingers, I lit the end of the cigar.“I trusted you, you sick fuck!” Her voice rose to analmost hysterical pitch. “And look what you did to me!”A strand of hair fell across her face, hiding thosewonderful eyes momentarily. “What do you want from me?”I blew smoke up at the ceiling. “That’s a loadedquestion, hon. On a purely physical level, seeing youtied up like that turns me on like hell. I’m not surewhy, spent a few years. She saw me glance in that direction and opened her thighs with a secret little smile. “Good morning, Jillian.” I said, not giving it a second glance as I went by on my way back into the kitchen. I wanted more coffee. “What does Jen do for you in your bedroom when she “takes care of you?” she asked, following closely behind me. “You don’t want to know.” I replied, tossing out the half cup I’d left before, because it was cold. “If I didn’t want to know, then I wouldn’t have asked.” Jillian said,. I walk to the end of the bed and slowly crawl onto it, running my tongue along the inside of his legs as I work my way up. I have my target in sight. His glorious cock has been standing at attention since I tied him up. It’s been waiting so patiently for me. Bradley knows what is coming. Or at least he thinks he does. I start by slowly trailing my fingertips up and down along his cock. It actually seems to vibrate in anticipation. I lean over and lick the head of his penis tentatively. My.