“It wasn’t the first time someone, or even you, sort of ordered me to do something. But something felt different that day. And... can I tell you a...secret?” She leans in and gives your hot sweaty scrotum a long lick that eventually makes its way up the under side of your meat.“I hope so.” You answer.“I’ve been watching a lot of porn since then.” She says. You’re astonished.“I thought you didn’t really like porn.” You say. You’re learning new things about your wife of 20 years. Very surprising. .. I noted she didn’t have a wine for herself which was highly unusual but hardly surprising given Evan’s earlier instruction.“Stand in front of the boys and take your clothes off. And do it slowly” came his next order.Chrissy moved to do what she was told. She was deeply flushed and obviously reluctant. Nevertheless she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse before sliding it off her arms and allowing it to fall to the carpet.“Do the turn around you little slut and do it slowly. I want the. That is much easier. Please show me where you wash the clothes. If nothing else, I can wash a little."Tari bowed her head and led Danica through the house and out a rear door into a small, walled courtyard. Tari then beckoned Danica toward a mud brick structure near the far wall of the courtyard.When they entered, Danica smiled upon seeing where Tari washed the clothing. Within a depression in the stone floor rested an earthenware basin. Though only about four inches deep at its deepest point,. He washed the fork off, dried it, and replaced it in the drawer. He carefully wiped the sink dry with a paper towel, which he then folded into a small and neat square and put in his pants pocket. He didn't want to leave any evidence of his presence behind.He stood back and examined the kitchen once more before moving on. He bent down to make sure there was no telltale dusting of flour from his careful stirring. Once he was satisfied there was nothing to be seen, he moved on to Mona's bedroom,.