There was no attempt to conceal that she had enjoyed her screwing and her guilt had done nothing to deter her from taking the lead in violence as they... fucked. Last night the stinging blows to his face seemed just as angry as the ones he returned; what right did she have to anger after she had wronged him? The morning had been different: no anger but a common search for gratification and even joy. Where had that come from? Why could he get it up and forget himself in lust after she had cheated. As he finished his paperwork, he suddenly noticed his fly was open& zipped it up. He then understood his assistant's question about his'garage door.' He headed out for a cup of coffee and paused by her desk to ask, 'When my garage door was open, did you see my Jaguar parked in there?' She smiled and said,"No, I didn't. All I saw was an old tired minivan with two flat tires..."Two elderly gentlemen from a retirement center were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turns to the other and. I felt tears down my face and sniffled as her hands firmly, but hurriedlywiped the poop off of my butt, groin, and legs. She also used anotherwipe to quickly pick up what had fallen off of me, before she threw thedisgusting brown wipes in the trash. "Come on, up on the table," she toldme as she lifted me on the pad. I began crying out loud, unsure of whatmy fate was now.'Am I only going to be treated like a baby? Only be fed like thoselittles?!?!' I was convinced my life would now be over and. I think you'll love it." With that she knelt to remove Catlin's shoes then turned, entered the car, and drove off.Catlin hesitated only a few seconds and then made her way up to the door. She lifted her bound hands to the brass knocker and knocked twice. Within ten seconds the door swung slowly open and Catlin found herself looking at a liveried servant from the seventeen hundreds. He spoke,. "Catlin, I believe. You are expected." He gave no notice to her bound hands and turned to lead the way.