These things were more manners than rules and she smiled when I said them. She, like me, believed in the old way men and women treated each other and ...he roles they played. She used to watch the old sitcoms and I could see in her eyes how she wanted to be like them... a 1950's era happy housewife. Perfectly content to stay home and take care of her home and her man.One day I came home from the shop and Anna was there to greet me as I had instructed her–kneeling on the front room floor with her. From her rosy red painted toenails to her silky legs, Kerri's eyes scrutinized. Her lotioned skin glistened from the sun's rays. Her boobs appeared much bigger in her white and gold two piece bikini. She cut her hair, Kerri thought as she noticed her shoulder length golden blond locks. She was still hot, especially with the way she was devouring a rainbow Popsicle. With the heat of August weather, Kerri was certain the Popsicle was melting and dripping on Valerie's sunkissed skin. She wanted to. This time one holds her neck rope and the other faked dancing feeling her up.They kneaded her ass, fingered her slit, and massaged her tits, holding heron a leash like an animal. Anna was openly crying but could nothing against these two monsters. Theywere having a great time and she just prayed for someone to come in. Anna hadnever been touched in a sexual manner and now she had to add her own arousingto the humiliation she was undergoing. Then it occurred to them to play hangman. They piled. That part seemed not liked being cooped up inside and wanted to be out in the open.Walking over to the doorknob looked down at his paws realizing something. Paws aren't really designed to open doors.Rearing up on his hind legs he balanced himself against the door as he tried to open it. Using both paws he tried use them to turn the thing, but they kept slipping.There was simply no way to grip with them. He thought about using his mouth but the thought of spit all over it didn't appeal to.