” Olive giggles. Her mothers mouth drops open in shock as she blushes but makes no move to cover herself. She shakes he head and quickly says “You... hear my phone? I don’t hear it you must be mistaken, and don’t swear young lady. So you like seeing me like this do you? as she gasps and slaps a hand on the counter and leans against it.“I apologize for swearing but mom your breasts are pretty nice I must say. I never really noticed how attractive you really are. You can be nude around me any time. We cant! Her mind was filled with the mental image of them fucking, once a week, like clockwork, every time he cleaned the pool. Nobody has to know, said Enrique. Not your husband. Not your daughter. Just you and me. He walked slowly over to the bed and climbed up on it, straddling her chest. She raised her hands and tried to fight him off, but he gripped her wrists with his powerful hands, and forced them back on the pillow, moving upward until his rigid cock was within an inch of his lips.. Now!" she whispered sharply at Denise. "Denise and I have to have a talk, honey. You go on to bed now. I'll be in to tuck you in later."Denise closed the door and turned to face her parents again, but still clung to the doorknob with one hand. "I can -- can just leave," she stuttered.Cliff was too busy trying to work the sheet loose to respond. But Clair, unmoving, spoke calmly."You just stay right there. Now I want to know why you barged into our room without knocking." I just -- just didn't. I placed a cushion under her tummy and bent her over the bench tying her wrists to the legs of the bench."Are you comfortable?" I asked softly, leaning down close to her."It's ok," she replied. "What are you going to do?"I stepped back. "For fuck's sake, Jemma, either you're going to do this or not. I'm sick of your prissiness and your boring fucking conventionality. You're supposed to be my fucking wife. Do you want me to go satisfy myself with a whore?" No. I'm sorry, I really am. I'm just.