In my marriage I had my looks, my domestic abilities, and my personality. I’m no longer beautiful, my personality has changed as I am now jaded and...bitter, and I have no desire to use my domestic ability to take care of my husband as I once did. Since day after day it’s a new mess to clean up, a new diaper to change, another dish to wash, another shirt to fold. There are no accomplishments. There are no goals met. There is no ladder climbed or glass ceiling broken. It’s just another dirty dish. We stood outside the car trying to convince Sue to strip with us. Tick Tock. Finally, we had a compromise. Rae had planned to wear her smallest bikini until midnight, but she offered to let Sue wear it. Rae came wearing a very small cutoff shirt and tiny shorts. She stripped off the denim shorts and had translucent boy-shorts underwear that looked like thin shorts yet covered MUCH more than her thong bikini did. Very sexy, yet that was acceptable until midnight.Rae tossed her pants into the car. " I was thinking that I was going to get a blowjob from the hottest lady in the group. Vicky said "We could get a room." I asked Laura if it would be ok. I told her she could come with us if she wanted to. She said she would wait for me. She said it would be ok. Robin said she wanted to go along. She said "I have got to see this." I thought, two women. I already had a hard on. We got to the room and Vicky came over to me and gave me a kiss. She reached down and undid my pants. She went. “Its a Telefunken, about ten marks worth, big deal,” I sighed.“But Herr Major!” they protested.“Very well interrogate her,” I agreed.That is when she pissed herself, litres of it down her legs and on my carpet.“Get her out of here, get her in a bath and get her back here within the hour!” I snapped.I regretted my outburst as she was dragged away screaming.The bath was in the boiler room in the basement two floors below my office. Usually we used ice cold water on suspects but I followed them.