..." Fucking hell...wow...he must take some fucking Viagra. Right...so you were shagged at 4 and 630 ish. And before that..?" "I had sex 5 times last ...night....I I I...I think I'm a sex addict" she started gently sobbing, the tears ran down her face, dropping onto her chest and running into her bra. "Think...fuck me lassie, ah think it's a racing fucking certainty...... 5 times...in one night...fuck me pink..." Im sorry" Sorry...yee stupid wee bitch...it's fucking brilliant. Ah love it. My wife. We knew that when the charges were dropped.”“That was only half of his plan Matt. You already know about the spotted lynx fur?”Suzy and I looked at each other. Suzy spoke up. “Mr. Dupree, you aren’t supposed to know about that. Matt and I are the only ones. Other than St. Gaudens, that is.”“Yes, I suppose that from your viewpoint, that would be true. But we had been watching Mr. St. Gaudens for about 18 months before you two got involved. We suspected that he might have associations with. Today was the opening of the first LGBT bar near theirneighbourhood. A project of one of the charities she supported. She wentwith somewhat mixed feelings after calling her husband a faggot. She knewit was a derogatory term, but she had been so angry she hadn't been ableto help it. Besides, what Monroe had watched seemed more like sometwisted perverted version.It surely hadn't been about the love between two people no matter thegender she fiercely supported. It had looked more like a fetish,. The first one held a strange sort of leathercontraption. She took off my towel and made me step into it. I found outit was a male version of a chastity belt made to hold my thingy inplace. It tucked me back under myself holding it securely in place. Janetold me I can still go to the toilet by sitting down like a girl.Every now and then, especially when pulling on this contraption Istarted to complain but someone must have been watching and as soon as Iopened my mouth the screens changed to show.