He was going to be the benefactor, my husband being the voyeuristic instigator, he loved creating these scenarios, and I submitted to his perversions,...in his eyes as a willing wife, but deep down the slut in me craved to be fucked while other men watched.I reached out and picked-up my stockings, a large diamond lace, requiring a belt to stay up, and when adorned, framed my ass beautifully in black, making its nudity more revealing, something I planned for, as lying face down could only invite. Mom came over into the living room area, and directly ordered me to her and dads bedroom, to sleep on the floor. I grabbed my clothes, dressed under the blanked, and went, tail between my legs, so to speak, feeling the void left by Ronnies absence so keenly already. I have no idea what she said to Ronnie that night, but he hardly spoke to me afterwards, for the rest of the week, and he slept outside, in one of the trucks at night. My grandparents treated everyone just the same, with no change. .. And are ... you OK?”“Yes, I am not hurt, Mary. There were two gunmen in the cafe, and I was able to overpower one and shoot the other. I don’t know who sent them. They were not police, as they did not attempt to caution me,” I said, “If they were secret service agents, then they were poorly trained and I shudder to think what chances we have against the SS Gestapo, should they invade. I can only assume they were aware of who Bert and I were and that they wanted me alive for questioning to. It'll splash everywhere.Gently they separated and Simone's pee-pee slowly withdrew from DorieLou's sex until Dorie Lou's love lips closed with a little gurgling'plop'."Oh. Eeek! That's weird! You've pulled the plug. I've gott'a go."So saying, Dorie Lou swung her legs out of bed and minced awkwardlytowards the lavatory as she struggled to contain the fluids leaking fromher body. She flopped down on the seat and sighed with relief as liquidserupted from both her pee-hole and vagina.Simone smiled.