I dreaded it. I dreaded them both. Worse, they were for me, plus one. I didn’t have a plus one.“What’s the matter Mum,” I asked, as I walked i...nto the kitchen. My Mum was sitting, her head in her hands, staring the morning mail.“Nothing darling,” she replied. “Just a couple of party invites, nothing really.”“Great, two parties, you’ll have a fabulous time, when are they?” I asked her.“One is next week, the other, at the end of the month, but I won’t be going. Coffee?” She asked, changing the. In just about every room in the house, life was beautiful for Judy and Martin and their growing family.Every room but the master bedroom.Martin and Judy rarely had sex the first few years they were married – once a month, if that – and after their fourth child Bobby was born, they stopped being intimate altogether ... and that certainly wasn't what Judy wanted. And what made it worse for Judy was that it wasn't like Martin had some little fling on the side, a mistress who was willing to do all. Then he…he…stuck himself in your butt! And you moaned in delight. God, did you moan loudly. You were so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard it. Then you…,’ she poked her finger hard into her husband’s chest. ‘You said, ‘Oh fuck, your asshole is so tight’ as you watched your penis get swallowed up by her filthy hole. You had such a sick look of lust in your eyes Martin, I almost gagged. Just thinking about it now makes me want to vomit. But it didn’t stop there. Oh no. You. Honi followed the Hostess into the large windowless room where they'd left Steph earlier. “This is the training room, as you may recall,” the Hostess explained. The room contained oddly shaped wooden benches. Stephanie, who she knew, and the dark haired Helen, who she had seen before with the Malamute, were chatting and lazing naked on the benches, oblivious to the new comers or the fact they were naked. Stephanie was saying, “Honestly Hels! I bet it will be at the next event!” but she stopped.