I was so glad we were only playing this game for a single night, as I don’t think I could cope with more of this kind of torture. Sue was just a li...tle bit too good at playing this game and twisting the knife, another reason to be thankful this was a one night only show.Finally at eleven-thirty a message arrived, and my heart leaped into my throat as I realized that despite the late hour Sue hadn’t lost any of her inventiveness in finding new ways to tweak my insecurity buttons. My phone. Christmas Day came and David had managed to find a fairly small goose which he had stuffed and roasted with all the vegetable trimmings. For sweet there was a traditional plum pudding with white sauce, also cooked by him. The wine was a very tasty red which she did not recognise, called Barolo, which David explained was one of his favourites and which, as he put it, “could stand up to the red cabbage”.“Do the Lisboa serve it then?” she asked, made bold by three glasses.“Of course not,” he. She lies on her back and allows any guy who wants to to fuck her. Some cum inside her, some over her belly, and I just sit and watch. I notice a guy has been filming it all and go over to him, and he must have thought I was going to take the camera off him, but instead I give him my email details and tell him to send me a complete copy of his filming for the day. As I go back my wife is finishing up with the last guy. She is totally wasted and covered in cum. She looks at me and gives me a big. Kelly’s was pink and stubby.The petite woman turned back to Lucian.“You see what I see?” she asked. He didn’t respond. His hand still held the door’s handle.“I see two boys,” the woman went on, walking over to Harper on her soundless slippers. She let her tiny hand run over his shoulder and down his arm. “And they aren’t ugly, not even clumsy or bony like many boys their age.They are beautiful.”She stretched the last word, emphasizing the last syllable. It allowed her accent to crawl back in..