Off. I don't think it went down like they thought it would though.I have asked hubby many times and he denies he and B. planed on it ending like this....He promised they had not thought the whole idea up just to get to fuck the other wife.When we all recovered we discussed what had happened.We all agreed we had enjoyed what had happened, that we all had fucked the others spouse. So we were even.B. said he wasn't worried about L. getting pregnant by my husband as she was already pregnant so no. ”With that, my new Mistress exited and locked the cell and swung the massive door shut behind her. She locked it with a big key and exited the room, shutting the heavy wooden door behind her. I heard the door locked from the outside and the sound of footsteps retreating. And then silence. Complete, utter silence. I was left standing against the back wall of the cell. Hands still cuffed behind my back. The heavy collar was locked to a bar of the cell by a short chain. I was forced to remain. Would you settle for coffee or tea?"As they walked in, Bruce pulled Frankie to him again. "I've thought aboutyou a lot. A lot." He kissed Frankie again on the lips.Frankie allowed the kiss. Bruce was a good kisser and Frankie did enjoyit. As they clung to each other, Frankie could feel Bruce's erectionstraining through his dress pants. This was all so odd, he thought. I'm with a man! And this man had a verylarge, hard erection because of me. A man! He's a man and so am I! At that point, Frankie. By the time I was in my mid-teens, I was a pretty good cook. I couldsew, mend clothes, and any room I cleaned could pass the white gloveinspection.When I left for college, my mother cried and I did too. I had no ideawhat I wanted to do with my life until I attended a career fair andheard a talk on law enforcement. I always had a strong sense of rightand wrong. My mother had taught me that the good would be rewarded andthe guilty would be punished. It also seemed like a field that wasdominated.