I left the mall and drove home, quickly running to Lane to spend the afternoon in his arms.. The day of our first marriage counseling session had fina...ly arrived and I was feeling confident. Thanks to Nolan, I had only messed up that one time during the entire week that I was supposed to stay away from Lane and focus on my husband. Nolan made sure that he was the center of attention for three days straight. Home with the flu, I waited on him hand-and-foot, the distraction from Lane and from my. I'll let my parents know that practices are longer now. Mom will love that she doesn't have to come and pick me up anymore." I ... I can't do it everyday," I stammered, trying to quickly think my way out of this. "I have school work I need to finish." So when?" she said, more plainly and less flirty."I can't today," I said. "How about every Tuesday and Thursday?" Tomorrow? Okay."Miranda was happy again. I sighed internally. That seemed to satisfy her. Now how did I explain it to Sara and. Once I got started, though, all humor left me. The magic of putting on a snug catsuit works wonders on my demeanor. The next time I looked in the mirror I felt savage and ready to strike.With a final kiss to my reflection, I headed downstairs to greet my painslut.He stood in shock as I descended the staircase, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth."Brett! So lovely to see you again! I trust you've follow my instructions for preparation?", I asked. It was almost an absurd question, as my. Twenty men were sitting around in the room, all were watching a video of Sarah’s gang-banged on her own seventeenth birthday. I just wish I had known Sarah then.There were lights set up, and Drew, the photographer, was waiting with photo and video equipment to capture the all-night orgy.When the men saw us enter the room, dressed in our little cheerleading uniforms, they started to sing “Happy Birthday” to me.“All these guys are here for me?” I asked Mr. Goodlow.“There will be another ten or so.