I was invited to some parties; so I could see Anita’s new lifestyle.Jamal used to laugh at me, saying that my wife would do anything, and he meant a...ything that he told her to do.One day he called me to my office, saying he had set a party…On those days before the party, he stopped sending men to fuck my wife. He did not fuck Anita either and she was ordered not to fuck me, as Jamal wanted her primed and ready for that party. The day of the party, Ana went for a beauty and spa treatment. When. But if this was what we were dealing with I decided I'd better put the Bible back on my reading list. I tried it once. The poetry of the King James Version appealed to me, but the plot dragged a bit. Maybe there's an abridged version. As for faith, I'm still working on that. I figure I might have a handle on it in seventy or eighty years.Meanwhile, Horace was taking a breath like he wanted to suck the oxygen out of the room and I was afraid he was going to start in again.Before he could, Mrs.. ”“I am, too, Brad. I don’t understand why I did what I did. I honestly don’t.”He may or may not believe that. I don’t. That little cunt knows exactly why she did those things. She spent a large part of this day living out her fantasies but she’s too scared to admit it; scared of her husband’s reaction to the truth and probably too scared to admit the truth even to herself. I suppose I can’t blame her for that. Living out fantasies like hers can’t be the best thing for a marriage, especially a. " It only just occurred to Sam to ask the obvious question."Where are we going ?" "The beach, we know a lovely, quiet spot up in the dunes; and we can add in a little swimming if it appeals."Sam was curious to know what Irene would look like as she waited for them to arrive. She wanted to know what kind of woman would catch this dishy fella. She'd put on a bikini underneath a tee-shirt and flower print dress. It flattened her full breasts a little but otherwise showed off her shapely curves to.