"Oh God, yesss - this is what I want - this is the way I like it Steven - oh Steven, oh Steven I love you so much..." The change in her voice took him... by surprise. Gone was the sultry French accent, in a split second replaced by an all too familiar voice, a voice that for years had uttered a soft goodnight from the pillow beside him. He stared in horror as the face beneath him became his wife's, hidden beneath a thick layer of black eyeliner and garish blood-red lipstick. Drained of all color,. In order to continue, he had to say nothing, until asked - within the framework of the game. However, by continuing, he also confirmed - by omission - to Jerry, that Jerry had full permission to continue his course of action concerning his wife, Sarah.Further, if the game continued on its present course, there was a risk that Stephanie - who had tried to warn Gerald about Jerry - might draw the conclusion that Gerald was not going to interfere with another guy making a move on his wife. Gerald. I knew instantly who it was...I tentatively picked up my Nokia partly in hope but mainly in fear....The text read as follows..."Slut, sissy, bitch, chastity whore, cumslut, blackmailed fucking dog... listen up."My heart was POUNDING already and i knew the nightmare was starting over yet again..."Be here on my doorstep at 3pm today. Be knelt on the step, do not knock and do not make any noise. Ensure you are wearing stockings, suspenders, basque and nothing else. Any deviation from this direct. She took off her pajama shirt and began scrubbing at her armpits and massaging her breasts with dish soap over the sink. She rinsed off feeling genuinely cleaner. She stripped off her panties before wetting a hand towel and getting to work cleaning her ass and pussy. She found herself moaning slightly as she ground her pussy against the towel. It was at this moment that the building manager began knocking on the door. Em froze, with her hand squarely between her thighs and completely naked..