Arriving home, she gathered her things, reminding herself that in a few moments she’d be drinking her bad day away and then she wouldn’t care anym...re. Up the stairs in the pouring rain she went carrying her things, trying her best to not get soaked. She fumbled with her keys and opened the door. “Hi honey, I’m home,” she said, exhausted. He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent. ” Matt didn’t want her to think she had to stay just because her husband had offered her for the night.“I think I can handle a bit of work as a scullery maid,” she laughed. She kissed her husband and walked him to the front door where she gave him a much more passionate kiss and held a brief, whispered conversation. After one more lingering kiss, Hank patted her shapely ass and left.“Where should I start?” she asked eagerly when she got back to the kitchen.“You really don’t need to help; I just. 'Yes... I am...' she thought to herself but said, "She'll still depend onme in other ways. I've read studies that if you don't encourage them whenthey want to train though that you end up having a harder time later.Lord knows I don't want to have to deal with her pooping her diapers atage six or seven like a little."The girl nodded. "I think my child care teacher said something like thatlast semester."Ivy nodded. "She's right." Say, she's adorable... if you ever need a sitter I do babysitting. “John, is that you?” No answer. I feel a hand stroke the side of my cheek. I relax. “Ok, John, you have had your fun, I am getting cold, let’s--” My sentence is interrupted by a hard cock entering my mouth. I gag and sputter on the cock in my mouth. “Choke on that cock bitch!” says a voice I don’t recognize. I start to squirm and panic. I am about to bite down on the cock in my mouth and try to escape, when a soothing voice whispers in my ear. “It’s okay, babe. I am here, relax.” I.