Spit it out. What’s going on?”She still hesitated.“Come on, tell me what is going on. What changes did I make?”“Almost none.”“Almost? Do...’t make me drag out every syllable. Can’t you simply tell me what happened in plain terms?”“You’re not going to like it.”“Now you have me intrigued. Did I affect my own time line?”“I’m afraid so. Are you sure you want to hear this now?”“Will it get any better if I wait?”“No.”“Then get on with it, please.”“All right. You asked for it. Remember those patents you. Grabbing thebaggies that held my snacks, I gave a final glance to the fireplace before settling back down ontothe sofa.With my goodies in my lap, I continued to read and eat while occasionally picking up mythermos of hot chocolate, sipping the sweetness from its stainless steel opening. ‘This is betterthan camping,’ I thought. I paused to wonder what Brian was talking about as nothing hadoccurred since I had entered the house. I finally admitted, just to myself, that I had spent the firstfew. So much better than you. You will never be able to please me like this. I hope you don’t regret wanting me to act like a slut!”Your hubby remains silent but it is clear by the bulge in his pants that he is enjoying himself. I place two fingers inside your wet pussy, as my lips suck hard on your clit. My fingers arch up to reach your g-spot, making your scream out as you start to grind harder and harder against my fingers and lips. Faster and faster, my tongue licks up and down, spreading. But my wishes anddesires, my wants and needs: they meant little to my parents.We're an immigrant family from East Asia. Maybe a bit more South-East thanEast; I won't tell you the country except that it's not Japan. My parentsbrought with them some of the better attributes from our Confucius-ladenheritage: hard work, loyalty to family, respect your elders. With thebenefit of hindsight, I see that they also brought some of the nastierones.As the runt of a litter of six, I did not initially suffer.