His poor wife, Anna, was visibly shaken as she melted into the couch in tears. Why did he have to always resort to the insults and shouting? Wasn’t ...t enough for him to just humiliate her and leave her in smug self-righteousness? Why did he have to insist on breaking her emotionally? He was likely cutting her down because he wasn’t getting his own way this time. Mike always got what he wanted. He had always based his decisions on what was best for Michael Kimmel, not what was the proper thing. I could have been sacked if it had got out, but thankfully they were both as drunk as I was, so no one was any the wiser.” I truly hoped this confession was true, maybe Debbie had created it purely for our role play, in truth, I really didn’t want to know which. What I did know for sure though, was that I was more than happy to run with the story as it made an excellent premiss for Debbie’s punishment.“Over my knee, Debbie,” I instructed her. She had been in this position before and needed no. Laura’s pussy looked so inviting. A perfectly smooth mound, slit obvious in the middle. I massaged a little cream over her mound as she made soft moaning noises raising her hips to meet my stroking fingers. Her legs parted as the tip of my finger stroked up and down her slit. Glancing at Robbie, I could see that he was very hard in his shorts. “My turn”, I announced “I dare Liz to wank Robbie's cock". Liz walked round and knelt behind Robbie who was sitting up. She put and arm round him and. She swayed and nearly fell off the edge of the couch. "Ah... who needs a glass. I'm done with being a lady, Goddammit! What's the use? See what it got me to be a nice respectable lady, for God's sake?"She grabbed hold of the bottle by the neck and brought it to her lips. She burped and then stuck the bottle in her mouth, swigging down a long gulp of whiskey. She coughed and drooled as she brought the bottle away from her mouth. Her eyes looked bleary. She was shaking and moved back against the.