Dad must have brought it down while I was unconscious, and had each of my arms and legs secured to a leg of the ottoman, so that I was stretched face-...down across it. The ottoman’s fabric felt like it was sandpaper across my breasts; my nipples felt like they were on fire. In between my legs, my tiny pussy was aching from his beating. I could hear Dad behind me, doing something. I tried to pretend to still be unconscious to buy a little more time; the way he was, he would definitely save his. Standing there was Edith Strong. Catching hiscomposure he invited her in. Edith said, "You look lovely, Dan. That green looks good on you."Then spotting Sarah she said, "That's a lovely husband you have.What are we having for supper, I'm starved." Sarah answered, "We are having steaks, baked potato and saladwith Dan's own recipe for the dressing. I think you'll like it, thedressing I mean." Dan excused himself and went to grill the steaks. When they werestarted he quickly went into the. Oh, there's a tin of biscuits in the larder."In a few minutes they were both sitting at the kitchen table."So," he said smiling at her. "What have you been up to?"She told him adding, "Your wife was a very pretty lady, sir." Thank you, Rosie," he said softly. "She was indeed: inside and out." I was going to do the downstairs next, sir," she said. "What do I do about your study?" Let me know when you're ready and I'll let you in." He smiled again. "I've locked the door so that you wouldn't be. She got ready and then she went for it. She was very impressive. She should have been in the Olympics. She told me that she had tried out but about thirty girls in the country were better than she was. Damn only thirty girls in this country were better than she was. She sure looked good to me. Well as they say those that can…do, and those that can’t…teach.After making three perfect tumbling runs through my apartment she was happy to sit down and drink a Gatorade as we talked. She did not bother.