I started to sit up and make sure the coast was still clear but her hand tightened in my hair, "No! keep going." I immediately continued my mouth-work... surprised by her sudden use of force. I licked her clit exclusively, giving it as much attention as I could, flicking it from all sides and directions. She quit bucking and lay still for a moment, but I kept going, glancing up at her. She was staring at me but I don't think she could see me. Her eyes seemed glazed, distant, her mouth slightly. “No, it’s a double-booking.” Explained the Landlady, sounding crest-fallen enough for both of us.“I take it there’s no other room available?” I asked, already guessing the answer.“I’m afraid not.” Was the reply. “However, we’ll obviously give you a full refund and a meal and a drink on the house, sky’s the limit. Whilst you can see about making alternative arrangements. There are other places to stay in town.”I was left with little choice and after asking for a large glass of Merlot sat removed. True, Mary hadsome very black days. She hadn't known Jack very long, but a mixture ofsurvivor's guilt (why did he die, and not me? I'm glad/sad that it wasn'tme), and her various physical ailments tried even her patience. Thosewere the days, as every care-giver knows, that no matter what I did itwas wrong.At the end of one of those, I'd like to say that I would just chalk it upto Mary's nearly impossible situation, but I'd be lying. I shouted, Iscreamed, I cried, I went into a massive funk.. He started treating me like a possession, albeit a prized one, instead of a wife. He began by trying to isolate me from any male friends that I had. The most striking example of that was the way he went after Robbie. Robbie and I had grown up together and our relationship was a brother/sister one. But Robbie was a male and Harry could not bear to have another man around his wife so he went out of his way to be rude and disrespectful when Robbie visited me. Robbie became uncomfortable coming.