He removed the white envelope from his pocket after the waitress left the table with his order and covered it with his hand when she returned with bre...d and water, and uncovered it, again, when she left. He reached inside the sealed envelope and pulled out a Massachusetts state lottery ticket back dated several months and remembered what Flaherty had said about Mrs. Enunzio cashing in stolen lottery tickets. He had no doubt that the ticket that he held in his hand was a winning ticket but for. “Have a seat and chat. We’ll be in the kitchen, just through there when you’re done.”I took Zoe’s hand, and we headed out of the room as Mrs. Keen just gaped at her granddaughter in disbelief. We went into the kitchen and just chatted, Zoe filled me in on some of the stuff she’d been up to that week, while Emily and I’d been locked away at the office.While normally we’d take the chance to snuggle up in one chair, the presence of an outsider tampered down the displays of affection. Mrs. Keen. "Am I a slut?" What?" I said, turning my head to look over at her."Do you think I'm a slut?"We made eye contact, and even though we were both wearing sunglasses, I could see Mara's eyes looking through hers into mine."I don't think of you as a slut," I answered her, without any hesitation."Really? Why?" Because your my wife," I said. "And," as I went on, "I love you! Why would I think of you as a slut?" I've fucked other men," was her reply. "Doesn't that make me a slut?" No," I said. "That. It was over, and I was done, a terrible, terrible mistake. He had been right all along; I was definitely in the wrong place.Stevie was supposed to remove my collar and send me packing.Why did he have me kneeling before him, and why was he face-fucking me so badly?My malleable, non-conforming mouth would open but not send out the words. With my mouth hanging open, Stevie must have taken this to mean I wanted more. He obliged by pushing his dripping cock back into me. He ran it deep. To the back.