You look like a grown-up hippie who takes no shit from anybody.”They chatted amiably on the long ride from the airport. Rachel turned serious, “Mo...m, did you know that Daddy is having an affair? With the choir director. It's been going on for two years.”“I was pretty sure he was having an affair,” Maggie replied. “I don't blame him. For all practical purposes our marriage is over. I've carved out a different life for myself. I hope you'll be part of it.”“I'm so glad you're not sad.” Rachel. Each and every day, without fail, I cook, and clean, and shop for groceries.I look after myself, sure, but not before I look after him and his needs first.And each and every day, without fail, I wake him up with the best blow job and/or morning fuck, dutifully followed-up by a cup of fresh-brewed coffee and cooked breakfast.It's not just shallow words when he buys me "World's Best Wife" gifts on Valentine's and Anniversaries!I do it all for love, of course.Although... There is one big major. The person raping my asshole has a very constant rythm. Depth varies. So deep sometimes (unnngh!!) feels like going to push out intestines. Damn... they have me swinging so hard, feels like my nipples are going to get pulled off.AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Man... the right nipple DID pull off. he's clamping the skin where the right nipple was. Ugnh!God I wish I could see his/their face. I would yank out his (their) eyeballs. I'd then pour some tabasco sauce all over the exposed eyeballs and. Off of this room was a huge bedroom with several bigger than king-size beds. Off of the bedroom was a bathroom, although the term bathroom didn't really do it justice. There was a massive sunken bath, clearly able to double as a Jacuzzi, a shower that would accommodate a soccer team and wonder of wonders, a sauna. Thick towels and bathrobes were laid out around the room and various toiletries adorned a shelf.Scott walked back into the reception room once more and noticed someone else in the.