"Aww, you meanie," she said, a wicked look in her eyes. "Now my poor little footsie is all hurt and depressed."I laughed. The silly, girlish game and ...the flirting were exciting me tremendously."Ok, I'll make them all better," I said. I began to massage her feet. She stopped the theatrical pout and took a sip of her wine. I looked into her eyes. They gleamed at me with almost a deep and irresistable naughtiness."You have pretty feet," I said, looking down at them, thinking it might be safer to. Video theater I asked what was up with that and she told me it was a room with a large television on one wall and built in benches on the other three walls. The room held about twenty perverts at a time.I thanked her for the information and she departed. I sat a minute and said to my self hell why not and got out of my car. Navigating the dirt and gravel parting lot in six inch heels was a challenge but I finally made it to the entrance with out busting my mini skirted ass. I walked around. The second girl was not as loud and her pussy seemed frequently used. Her vaginal walls were so wide, that I could barely feel them. I was tempted to ask her what she inserted there in her free time, but thought better of it. Fucking without feeling the friction was no joy, but I gave her a similarly satisfying orgasm as her friend. Now for the fun part. While they were lying on the bed, still recuperating from the hard sex, I went to retrieve my knife. Even as I thought about it, I felt a deep. Do not tell me it is nothing!’ Pam looked down. What could she say to her mother? This was the chance to tell her but as she had not planned on telling her mother this soon she did not know how to start. She felt nervous so she obfuscated matters by responding, ‘It’s nothing really, just a little husband and wife thing.’ Tara’s mind jumped all over that statement. As a nurse she had known of too many abusive situations where the wife downplayed the first signs of abuse. Women who have over.