When we finished eating Kathleen, who was obviously still cross with me, pushed me off the bench and pushed me again so I fell onto the floor. "Come o...n Janet, sit your big arse on him and bounce his stupid body to a pulp, I want to hear him beg us for mercy". Janet jumped up and moved to stand over me and looked down at me, "Are you ready" ? and she dropped her arse heavily on my stomach. "Ooooomph", exploded from my lips as the air shot out of me and my world was suddenly one of pain. She just. " She replied.With that, she untied the dress and let it slip from her shoulders. Before I knew it she was standing in the hotel hallway in high heels, stockings and a garter belt. God, she looked hot. I told her I had one more thing for her and I reached into my pocket and pulled out the collar we had bought for her a few months ago (the one that says "SLUT"), and I buttoned it around her neck. She was too surprised to react. She just stood there with that dirty little look on her face. I took. She was an attractive, well-scrubbed matron in her middle thirties, giving the immediate impression of devoting her whole existence to the care and feeding of her husband and children.Her husband, Art, was waiting for us in the den with their two teenage children, Teddy and Sheila. They'd stayed home from work and school so they could participate in the interview. It was clear they were all extremely close.Mrs. Fisher, whose first name was Ruth, served us all milk and cookies as we sat in the. She could feel his eyes on her even after she felt the bed move as he got comfortable. She forced her eyes to close, letting her lashes rest lightly against her cheeks, and made herself breathe slowly, rolling away from him to her side, as if she were asleep. It didn’t take long before she felt the bed move once more, barely resisting the urge to jump as his arm wrapped around her, his hand resting gently against her stomach. His chest pressed up against her back, her head tucked just under his.