He looked at me in the mirror, accusingly, he knew what I was. Knew what I’d been doing. Knew I was a whore.Ali had fucked me again, once during the...night, and again half an hour ago, his cold sticky come even now leaking out of me, soaking my knickers. I used my key, and opened the door to the apartment, the one I shared with my daughter.“Hello darling,” he said. “Steve! Oh my God, Steve, its you!” I gushed. “But Charles said you’d be here next month!”“Hi Mum,” Louise called, “been. There was aroast beef from Ruby and her brother's meat shop, and two deep-friedchickens from Keri's farm next door. With five cooks there was a numberof sides. Five minutes before the meal Maria dumped two plastic bags ofdinner rolls of a sort Rachael had never seen into a paper bag, andpopped it into the oven, which was cooling after the roast had beentaken out.Rachael set the table, noticing the other young girl in the living roomwith Peter. "Want to help, Maddy?" Rachael asked.The teenager. It started as mutual spanking as part of our lovemaking, but soon she decided she preferred just to spank me, so much so, that over the last two years, Janet has not only spanked me on a regular basis, she has also become the 'dominant' in ever aspect of our relationship, you could say when it comes to our marraige, my wife is definitely in control! She also never allows me to wear underwear so she can get at my backside whenever she wishes. With regard to our forthcoming tennis match I thought. We didnt think anything of it at first, but one of the girls, lets call her Alexis, always seemed to manage to leave wearing one of my clothes. She was a drop-dead gorgeous natural blonde who, from what I've been told, was single. One day she would leave with my sports jacket, the next it would be a pair of my shorts. My friends kept urging me to pull a move on her but I refused, not believing that a girl who was a perfect 10 would want to date me, a sports-minded guy who was nervous around.