" Her face turned scarlet and I was sure she knew I was reminding her of the baseball book that had figured in her defloration. Just then the telephon... rang and she went to the wall phone to answer it."Everything's OK, Walter... Yes. I went to church this morning... No, I didn't tell anyone where you and the kids were, dear... No, your boss didn't call. I'll tell him tomorrow that you're in bed, sick, just like you'd asked me to. All right. I'll see you tomorrow night."Barbara hung up the phone. On a wild whim, she headed back to her bedroom to see if there were any additional clothing she might need over the next week or so, and made a mental note to grab her microwave popcorn. After all, at a certain point, they would probably need to eat in. When she opened the closet door, her thin wardrobe greeted her, and she looked carefully amongst the clothing. Mostly tattered old jeans, a few flimsy skirts, but nothing good. Nothing worthy of Marilyn certainly. Then again, if she did wear. ‘Get your bench dear one you’ve earned some reward.’ He whispered to her. Jane all but leapt to her feet. Rushing across the room she returned with a small padded bench. It was a little wider and longer than a computer keyboard. The base was wider still and all four sides sloped slightly outward. It was a box really with the lid firmly padded. It was about 14 inches tall, which was enough so that when Jane was on all fours she could rest her tummy on it by rolling her hips forward. This of. She must have cleaned out her bowels beforehand.Oh, God, she was gorgeous! She seemed familiar, but how, and where the fuck were we? This didn’t look like some hotel room, at least not at first glance, though it could be a suite of some kind. How had I gotten here? I was very confused, other than knowing that I had gotten drunk off my gourd and had at least anal sex (and probably other kinds) with this ravishingly beautiful blonde. Damn, talk about getting lucky! She looked half my age, too,.