I know I haven't been the wife... the lover... you want me to be," I said. Admitting that I wasn't woman enough for him was the hardest thing I'd ever... had to do. And Maria–the woman he found to share our bed with–sitting right behind me only made it harder. I was not just admitting that I wasn't woman enough to him. I was admitting that she was better than me in pleasing my husband!"Well, Maria and I talked about this some and I think I have a plan. Since you seem to enjoy watching her and I. "You should see her ass," Brittany announced. Jennifer blushed deeply. She was an object to them, nothing more. Jennifer knew it would be a long night, and indeed it was. The pain and humiliation started as soon as she arrived. Two different girls fisted her recently deflowered pussy; her tits were completely covered with wax and she had a fat candle shoved up her ass while it was lit and she was upside down. The wax dripped down to her ass and hit her pussy. They slapped her tits and pussy.. "Size 12," she replied, which means nothing to me."Fine, how about measurements?" I asked."Oh," she said looking thoughtful, "I don't really know."I got up and find a tape measure in my mum's old sewing bag."Use this," I said."36 bust, 28 waist and 38 hips," she called out."Right," I said, "time for a diet, you need to lose a few inches off your bum."She just nodded her head and looked down. To make up for my harsh words, I took her in my arms and fucked her again until she screamed out in. He actually expected to enjoy this fifteen hours a week a great deal. The department head, Dr. Stephens, had told him repeatedly that he was a natural born teacher and ought to consider going for a doctorate. Dr. Stephens was one of those rare academicians who had actually worked on Broadway and in films. Realizing after a decade that he was probably not going to make the big time, he had returned to the college campus. Virtually his entire faculty had followed a similar course. Dr. Stephens.