She was wearing a blouse with a scooped neck giving a delicious hint of her breasts, and a shortish pleated skirt. No stockings or tights, but a pair ...of open sandals. She kissed my cheek and I kissed hers and she led me into the living room where there was a pot of coffee, mugs and milk. I noticed there were photo albums on the coffee table and a couple of VCR tapes. Ann was pouring the coffee and saw me eyeing it all. ‘Laura said she’d seen you and she asked me why I hadn’t helped you with. Next week I want to take you out for a Christmas celebration and then on Christmas Eve, I’d like to get a baby sitter for the kids and take you and Linda out for a special meal before we go to Midnight Service.’ ‘Did you think Rebecca and I were moving back home?’ ‘No, but I still want to celebrate.’ ‘Okay, but I don’t want to have another fancy dinner next Friday night.’ ‘Well then, let me cook a spaghetti dinner at your place Friday night and I’ll take you out Saturday night.’ ‘So, two. I see him opening the buttons of the bodice while kneading her buttocks - the bodice attaches in between the legs by plastic pressure buttons. On her right another man is bent on her chest. I do not see his head. His allure is familiar to me, but I’m so under the shock that I can't recognize him. He licks and sucks her nipples, one hand stroking her back. I see the right hand of my wife is also busy. I hear sighs, murmurs, various noises. In front of my wife stands another man of who I can only. ” He’s forever threatening me with this type of thing, but hasn’t actually done it, yet. “What’s left, baby?” Oh fuck. I'd forgotten about his belt. “Your belt. Sir. Twenty-four with your belt.” He chuckles. “We’d be done if you’d listened.” His hands continue rubbing my ass. The list feels odd inside me--the corners and edges sharp in such a tender spot. Not as tender as the outside of my ass, however. “Ok, up you go.” I stand up, knowing I’m not allowed to rub. “Can we go inside now? Please.”.