"Orwould you rather just let this go?" Roger," I said. "I'll sit on Roger."I sat on the edge of his knees, but he put his hands on my waist andpulled ...e towards him so that I was leaning against his chest. He loopedan arm around my waist to hold me firmly. And then he ran his other handthrough my hair. I was about to tell him off for this behaviour, and toremind him that his only 'job' was to hold me still so that I didn't havea tantrum and hurt someone. But then he leaned forward a bit and put. She swallows it and loves it. She acts like I'm doing her a favor when I let her get on her knees and taste me." At this point I went for broke. "And if you want what we have to continue then that's what you're going to do, among other things".She started to look shocked but I cut her off before she could speak. "It's put up or shut up time Anne. Either you agree to be my personal slut or you can get up and walk out and never see me again. It's your choice." She hesitated for a moment and then. He put is large hand on my shoulder and laughed. "You scored with her Rob," he said. "Don't know how you did it, but she's a looker."My wife, Jill, was scurrying around the garden attending to her guests at the barbeque. She wore a pair of lime green shorts that emphasized her curved ass and a thin white cotton t-shirt that didn't quite reach the waistband of her shorts. Although Jill was not the sporting type she was blessed with long, muscled legs that tapered to finely boned ankles. Her hair. It started with the noises. Scratching. Scurrying. I figured we had a rat problem. Rats in the walls. It reminds me of a story I read once, but that’s what we figured. An infestation. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it? The mere word gives me the creepy crawlies: INFESTATION. Whether rats or roaches, it’s never a good word. The kids started up with stories about little men. Kenny even said he saw one. Kathy heard them whispering under her bed. You know, typical kid stuff. They didn’t say if the little.