Oh God,”“Mmmmmmm. Looks like we found a new toy, baby. Let me flip through all the settings. Tell me which one you prefer,” he says as he starts...turning the dial.The intensity changes as he turns the dial. Each one feels different than the last. His eyes are locked onto my face. Gauging my changing facial expressions, he settles on the setting with a lighter stream of water. I am writhing in my inch of water, with my ass making squeaking sounds rubbing against the tub. I can’t describe these. "I'll come straight to the point, there's no easy way to say this but Ihave received information about an incident I find puzzling. LastWednesday night a lady was seen to leave this home, our home, late atnight. I wasn't here so I am intrigued who this was. You didn't mentionany visitors when we Skyped so who the hell was it John?" Her mood,initially restrained, moved to fury.John adopted the standard rabbit in the headlights look as istraditional when confronted like this."Oh shit!" he. Then he got off her, rolled over me and laid on the other side of me again. We cuddled like that a few minutes and he soon was snoring. The next morning everything seemed like any other day, this time I had a leotard set out for me so I showered and put it on. At breakfast I found out I was going with my foster mom to the gym. She said it was very important for a girl to keep her figure and her flexibility. We were going to a class called yoga which is stretching. After breakfast we headed out. And through the years, things had slowly deteriorated to the point that my wife and I were "getting along". We were civil, friendly, and we'd make it work for the kids.The one big problem I had, however, was the fact that after our kids were born, our sex life died. She claimed that she "didn't know what was wrong" and "she wasn't sure why she lost interest" and for a while, I suspected her of cheating, so I actually took the steps to investigate and check to see if it was someone on the side,.