It didn't.Nearing exhaustion himself, Phil relaxed in a Jacuzzi feeling mellow. Not only the gently flowing jets massaged him, but Barb Mauer, twice w...dowed cousin of Jerry Bremer worked her strong hands on his shoulders. Both naked, her heavy sturdy dugs and her pussy lips and their crown of pubic hair felt against his back stimulated him in other ways besides her adept massage. The Viagra Jerry provided along with a potent cocktail of vodka and Red Dog when Phil arrived at Jerry's penthouse. My husband is teaching me to eat stale bread and learn to really appreciate it. He never feeds me anything that is so rotten it would make me sick. If I were living in a third world country I’d probably think most of what I get is pretty normal.Granted, most of it is coated in dried cum that I brought home and spit into a mason jar.After I finish eating and clean myself up, a maintenance spanking is administered in the living room while we prepare for the hump night to come. My family is always. I picked it up, but I received a dial tone. It was probably Shirley. I was immediately reminded of Wendy's comments about Shirley and how her reaction was the same as divorced people getting vindictive with each other. She was thinking about me enough to actually call me up to interrupt my sleep. I only had about an hour's continuous sleep before the call came in, and I wondered if this meant that there might be hope for the two of us. My exhausted body didn't seem to think so.There were other. When she woke she noticed that it was dusk and that campfires were burning nearby. She also took notice that her face was recently washed clean of the drying cum that had covered it earlier. The two men guarding over her noticed that she was now awake and handed her a small parcel."Some clothes for yu ma'am," one of them said. "We couldn' find any of yurs. The Injuns musta tore 'em up, ma'am."Colleen didn't bother trying to explain that three bank robbers had destroyed all of her clothing some.