” Damned little, even including setting the table -- a task which seemed to be beyond him tonight. “We agreed that you’d have this year for your...dissertation, but also that you’d take care of the house. I don’t give a damn about the cleaning, but I do expect to eat dinner -- to, at least, see dinner cooking -- when I get home. I call you when I’ll be late. And you’re late for no other reason than you decided that your work was more interesting at the moment. And you don’t even call.” That was. At the beginning, she had 13 motel room, same night encounters with her "friend" ,and then me afterwards. On 2 other occasions she spent the night with him, and on one, they spent a weekend together (more on those later!). They had a falling out - I never knew why, but I think he developer feelings, and my wife was still very much in love with me - and that is when we "branched out". We both agreed that we wanted even more excitement, and my wife was finally ready for me to watch her. Those. ’ Greta replied. ‘Are you fucking my playmate lover? Be honest.’ Helen’s question was direct and with a bitchy attitude that Harry had never seen before. He scratched his head in frustration, thinking about what was coming next. ‘No,’ Greta replied. ‘We were just…’ ‘Look, if the truth be known, I fucked Greta. I seduced her ok?’ Harry explained. ‘She just needed some loving. It was personal, not professional on Greta’s behalf. That is what happened.’ ‘So you’re the tenant ripping my boyfriend. She gasped for a moment, then went "Urp!" and puked again.The smell of vomit in the air, and the taste in my mouth, made me want to vomit, but she was holding the funnel firmly in my mouth forcing my jaw open.She knelt there in front of the toilet (me) for about five minutes before standing, rinsing the funnel off in the sink, and returning to bed.Well, I had become so accustomed to drinking piss, eating shit, and swallowing all manner of bodily secretions and discards, that I swallowed her.