" It's just my husband making a point," Susan said with a sigh.She glanced at the clock by the bed and saw that it was only 10:30. She wondered who wo...uld be showing up next. She had a feeling that by the end of the day she was going to know exactly why Irving was so angry at her. She was terrified that her education had only just begun."This was the last of the curtains. We'll be back this afternoon with them cleaned." Thank you," Susan said.Susan managed to get the sheets into the washing. I wore the tiny swimsuit and when I got to the steam room, the two of them were there with towels over their laps. They asked me what I did after I got home the last time. They thought it wasn't fair that you got all the fun when it was their cocks that got me so wet and acting slutty. They showed me their cocks again, blocking the door with their towels. they stroked them for me while they asked to see me naked. They both had big shaved cocks and asked if I would touch them. linda had said. She grew up living in the outskirts of Bristol with her family. Although she was very pretty, her ability to be childish at random never brought her any male company. She tried very hard with her weight, constantly trying diets, thinking that her almost hourglass figure wasn’t enough for the gentlemen at her school. At 16, she decided to stay on for sixth form, hoping that with age, the attention she would get would increase. Sure enough she made lots of new friends and her confidence around. Long afterward, it remains in place for her, not as narrative, not as full sentences. No, it remains as images and fragments of scenes and isolated words. Was it worth it? It cost her so much.At least there are memories. She still has them. Such as? Such as how she told her husband she was ill and would stay home. Not badly ill, no dear, just a little indisposed and headachy. You know. No, I don't need to see the doctor. I'll call you later.She remembers light. The sun rising to an almost.