I could feel my husband wince. I tried to clasp a string of pearls around my throat. My hands wouldn’t cooperate. ‘Why did you tell me? Why now?�...� I banged my open palm down on the vanity top. I decided against the pearls. ‘What do you want me to say? That I want to leave you? I don’t. I couldn’t keep it from you. I’ve never kept anything from you for twenty years.’ It was my turn to remain silent. I heard his footsteps retreat in the direction of the master bathroom. They disappeared when he. Curious, he walked into the living room. Connie was on the couch, in her pajamas, and staring rather vacantly at the screen. Even at times like this, he noticed, with no one around, she wore pajama pants that covered her legs. "Hey." He kept his voice quiet, not wanting to startle her. She looked up. "Hi." She picked up the remote and began flipping channels. Simon came and sat down next to her, running a hand over his face and then through his hair. "Couldn't sleep?" Connie shrugged. "I. He was more decent now even though he still had an erection. “Does the thought of me spanking you excite you?” she asked as they walked away. Alistair could feel his erection getting stronger. Julie noticed it too. “I think that answers my question,” she told him. “When we get you home you will get me a garden cane from the shed and come to the bedroom and get your punishment. Then you will shave me properly and service me with your tongue. Do you understand?” Alistair nodded. He was. .. cheap wine, maybe with some enhancement ... I had a hairy dick forced into my mouth while another was forced into my pussy ... it was horrible.Then another boy. And another ... It wasn't better. Wasn't even much different.I turned to Pat. Pat provided somebody to talk with, made me feel something that I didn't get at home with Mom and that beast she was attached to. Pat ... soft talk one evening, me crying ... she was drinking a glass of wine. I took a sip, then a gulp ... two glasses later.