”I thought about what Brian said about being careful if I ever confronted Mark as my head slammed into the sheetrock hard enough to leave a big dent.... It would have been bigger but part of my head caught a stud and split my scalp. I was stunned but managed to make it to the living room before he caught me. I shoved the coffee table at him, catching him on his shins and he went down. I was almost to the door when he hit me in the back of the head, knocking me to the floor. I didn’t even try to. Dominique drew herself closer, resting her head on my chest and listening quietly as I described the life Rebecca and I shared. I explained how we met, how close we became and our journey into the lifestyle. How I loved her then, and loved her still. "Which is why I find it difficult to share sometimes, Dominique. It's a part of me I didn't know whether I wanted to share." "Yes, Sir," she said quietly. "It's a conversation I never planned to have with you, kitten. She is long gone. I should be. Eventually, I calm down and try to refocus on the TV. I am not sure why I bother, since I keep thinking about them. After what seems like forever, my phone signals another text. This one is from Jim. It is a close up picture of Lynn sucking his cock with the message, “Your wife says she doesn’t like sucking you, but she really enjoys sucking me!” This hurts me deeply. Lynn will blow me if I beg for it, but I know she is not into it and that makes it hard for me to enjoy. I can see from Lynn’s. Instead, he drove the car straight on in and followed the service road around to a set of A-framed chalet units at the back of the property.Since their first visit to the Success Nudist Resort, nearly fourteen months ago now, Hank, Lynn and Tom had visited the place many times. As a result they were on very familiar terms now with Kevin and Joan Simpson - the owner/managers of the resort. This gave them the privilege of coming and going as they pleased based on the mutual trust that had built.