" Twice a week?" asked Helen."Oh we have something in common: Felicity and my other two daughters. It's the closest I've come to complete regret for b...ing a philanderer. That and what I did to Felicity." Tell me what happened," Helen requested.Margie began. "I had this vision of open arms and long hugs and excited chats about everything. And then I confronted Father and his clawing young wench." Denise," Helen finished."We call her Pussycat for the claws and for marking her territory." She told. Dumbfounded by my continuing bad luck, I stood helplessly in front of these guys as one of them lit another marijuana cigarette. They passed it around, ignoring me for a moment. I had smoked pot in college but it had never truly interested me. As I watched my three attackers get further stoned, passing around a bottle of cheap wine behind the joint, I idly wondered what my wife was making of my absence. I had left to run by the grocery and had been delayed when I found the problem with the net.. She left the room and when she came back, she had her cock contraption on. She walked towards me. Her cock was pretty big. I was wondering how she planned on getting that into my virginal asshole. I found it very exciting. “Suck my cock,” bitch! “I’m not sucking your cock. That’s gay.” “You cannot talk to me like that. Either suck my cock or I’ll give you a spanking.” A spanking? She must have been losing her marbles. I couldn’t believe my MILF whore was a dominatrix. She really meant. How come you never learned how to give guys good sex in all the years you've been active?"The only real problem I had with the Target Game was in making sure the girls who were in the know kept quiet. They were eagerly anticipating the denouement, and they wanted it to happen sooner rather than later. I had the ultimate control because if they leaked the real story I could ruin their fun by denying it, but that was a negative approach to the problem. I came up with a much better idea: I told my.