I quickly move my hand away and walk up to the door noticing it is you. I smile opening the door watching you get out. I then step outside. You see me... and smile shutting the car door quickly. You then walk as quickly as you can up to the front door greeting me. We both look at each other. I then grab your hand and pull you into the house shutting the door behind us. You seem confused for a second, sure that we were going to leave. But then you realize that I have other plans in mind and you. The Pam I married can’t let herself go and enjoy what you are forcing her to do even though she likes it and enjoys being used like a whore she can’t accept that she’s capable of that kind of behavior, so to protect her self-image Dezerea split from Pam and now, the person who is my wife, in Dezi’s mind resides at my home. So if you take Dezi to my house she will be forced to become Pam again and Pam can’t allow herself to enjoy the things you want Dezi to do. That’s the best explanation I can. I remain in my solitude, enjoying the usual peace of the surroundings, listening to the birds singing in the trees, the leaves rustling gently in the breeze; even the stillness of the lake broken only by the soft breeze sending tiny ripples of water lapping onto the shoreline. The scenery isn’t all beautiful with so many overweight leather-skinned women with enormous sagging breasts, nipples protruding like door pegs through their ill-fitting tops. And the men; grotesque, bulging guts. It was too much for Panties, he couldn't contain himself, his pent-up spunk demanded release and with a loud sob he began wanking."Stop that you disgusting pig!" roared Mrs. Cartwright, she slapped his hand away from his prick, but to late to prevent the sissy from coming, his spunk shooting out over the carpetShe looked down at the spunked stained carpet, and said "Lick that disgusting filth off my carpet now." The terrified sissy dropped to his knees, "Lower, flat on the floor, and lick it.