She swallowed all she could, but couldn’t take all of the torrent he spewed into her. Some of it oozed out of her mouth and ran down her chin, dripp...ng onto her heaving breasts. When they finished, they took a shower together. Matt was absolutely delighted to have another opportunity to wash Mary, and she loved having him do it. He was so thorough! He washed her pussy so well, she almost came again! And her breasts, too! How he seemed to love them! Matt was having a ball. Her body was such a. What?" I ... Shit ... I ... Well, I can't remember what happened last night. Did we have sex?" I said while looking at him.He came up to me and said, "No, we didn't. I just stayed with you because you were so wasted."I let out a sigh of relief."Would it really have been that bad?" He asked me. However, I saw that he was just trying to joke about it."I don't know. But I just can't remember much about last night." What's the last thing you remember?" He asked and came sitting on the sofa next to. “Will? Where are you going? Don’t leave me here!” I called after him, tilting my head back to see if I could see under the blindfold. Nothing. I shivered a little, I’d begun to sweat in anxiety and it started to cool on my skin. I could feel goosebumps sprout on my arms and down my back. I rotated my wrists, testing my restraints. Surprisingly, the panty hose held against my tugs. “Dammit,” I cursed, I really hoped he wouldn’t leave me here. Suddenly I heard his heavy footsteps coming towards. "What did youjust call me, Rebecca Lynn?"I swallowed hard and thought fast. What did Becky, the real Becky, callher? "I'm sorry, Mommy," I said. "I'm just really tired, you know? Ididn't mean to call you by your first name. It won't happen again. Can Igo to bed now... Mommy?"Sarah nodded her head. "Yes, go. I'm tired too. Tired of fighting withyou all of the time and tired of you blaming me for the divorce. Go tobed."* * * *Upstairs in the room that Becky shared with Sloane, another light.