Pointing to an extra milking stool nearby, Ethan replied, “Suit yourself,” he said while scooting over a bit. “Make my day!”Grabbing the extr...a stool, I sat down beside the love of my life. Of course ‘he’ didn’t know it, but he definitely was. Well, maybe he did know it but just refused to acknowledge the fact. Bastard, I’ll teach him! As soon as I leaned my head against Bossy’s bovine side, a thing happened just as I expected. My free-dangling breasts escaped from their barely-there. I grabbed my jacket and sunglasses went for a long walk. As I walked, I thought about the call I had almost made. I was going to ask Susan to forgive me? What the hell was the matter with me? I caught myself saying, half out loud, "I have to stay with my plan." What ever was going to happen now was up to Susan. I couldn't go back to her and continue in our marriage unless Susan made some changes. I strengthened my resolve and pledged to myself that I would not go back to Susan unless she. ... Jan, however, returned from being pampered looking even more glamorous than ever. The last thing she looked like was a Granny old enough to be retired. Certainly, if her plans played out, Mike was in for a treat and, hopefully, I'd finally manage to bed Steffi. The journey, being midweek, was relatively painless, Mike and Steffi as welcoming as ever. Steffi was glad of last minute help and advice from Jan, whereas I kept Mike from interfering. The wedding day was long and tiring but, as. "Do you want to please your Daddy,whore?" He asked. "Yes Daddy," I squeaked out and he gotup and told me to scrub the crumbs off the floor as he slowly pushed thespoon deeper into my hole. He fucked me with it while I scrubbed and Ifelt that feeling again, like it felt good when he hurt me. "You craveto be humiliated and used, don't you, whore?" He said as I felt thelong stick go deeper into my body. He asked me if I had to piss and I told him yes as he worked meupstairs into a lavish bathroom,.