I was upset as I really wanted to masturbate. So I decided to get a drink. I put on my dress, didn’t care to wear anything underneath.I went to the ...ar downstairs. A few minutes later, I saw Victoria come up to me. She seemed a little upset. I had a few drinks in me, so I very frankly asked her, “Not a good night, huh?” She understood what I meant and nodded.We both sat at the bar, got really drunk, and talked about all sorts of things. We even talked about our best sexual experiences. She was. I have to wonder…how did that reconciliation really happen? You crossed a pretty big line with her.”Jack turned his gaze on me. “DeeDee intervened. I’m not sure what she said, but whatever it was, it made the difference.”Marguerite focused on me. “Vanessa, I’d like to hear your input, please.”I jumped a little. I had been listening passively, fascinated with Jack’s retelling of our story.“DeeDee convinced me that Jack had used Rick to treat me roughly – to break me and convince me that I was. Actually I bought the tickets for the ferry and trains and then passed my passport to my wife. ?Tomorrow night you move into the cellar, honey,? she said, ?and then we begin the plan. Three weeks wait and we will go on a holiday together and escape for a while we figure out how to pass the seven years! I was thinking the south of France, but perhaps Spain is a better idea??That day a delivery van arrived and dropped of a massive box. My wife got the deliverymen to take it down to the cellar for. I was really into it, slamming it all the way in fast and hard. I held still a moment and then started fucking her quickly using long strokes, occasionally sliding my cock all the way out and rubbing the head against her protruding clit. She cried out as her hand slipped off the nightstand and we almost fell. She resumed holding the wall and shoved her skinny little ass back against me. I screwed her wet cunt like an engine, pounding into it hard and deep for a long time, finally bringing her.