" But Mom," I stammered. I needed that phone. How would I know what washappening with Brett without it."I'm waiting," Mom said, her hand out, palm up.... pulled the phone out of my pocket and handed it to her. She put it inher purse, closing it with a snap."Now we're going upstairs and unhooking your internet connection," shesaid.My mother stormed up the stairs appearing to grow more angry with everystep. I trailed behind, feeling defeated. Sitting on the bed I watchedas she snatched the jack out. She didn't really know quite what to make of the situation she was in with her husband and his assistant.Finally, one day she was waiting for the two men to get back to the hotel for supper. Several hours went by. They were both late for supper. Finally Marcel showed up. "Where's Joe?" she asked."Well, Miss Jenny; it seems like he got in a little bit of trouble. He claims he came here on a sight-seeing trip, but I know different. He told me what he is here for. He is here to discover the. I found an absolutely stunning little black cocktail dress, cut low in the front, almost backless and short enough to show plenty of leg. While I was at it I bought a pair of CFM's to go with it. The night of the party Mike took one look at me and said, "You do know that you may get fucked in the car on the way to the party and almost certainly will on the way home, to say nothing of what will happen when we get home." That is the effect I was working for."Mike was able, only barely, to keep. I was at least slightly disappointed when he made no attempts to relive our sexy first time giving anal a whirl. I had given up hope and started to think that this was an isolated incident until today. "Don't work too hard during that Pilates class you're running this afternoon. Save your energy, you'll need it. It's my turn tonight." I read and reread the text my husband had sent to me while sitting in my office. Just thinking about him thinking about sex made me excited."What'd you have in.