Stripping for money, dressing like a total slut, giving the paperboy a blow-job, parading around the mall trading her sexual favors for merchandise, a...nd last night worse of all, betraying her husband in the most intimate of manners.This act of betrayal was the hardest for Debbie to accept. Her nieces had forced her to do all those other appalling things. But last night was different. She might have been led into a compromising position, but she acted of her own accord. It was she who allowed. I did object to wearing a bra on occasion, not because I wanted to disobey him or hold on to any shred of masculinity, but because I wanted the ball grabbing that resulted from my refusal. It felt comforting every time he demonstrated his dominance by squeezing my balls. It made me feel possessed by him each time he had his rough way with my most fragile organs. Michael removed my panties and knelt behind me. His left arm wrapped around me to pin me to the back of the chair. His right palm. " I'm jumping in the shower. You can answer for me." Oh, you trust me?" Yes. She's your friend. I'm sure you know what to say."I got out of the shower and asked Jan, "Well, how did you reply?"I said, "Jan said we'd meet at John's Bar at 6:00pm for some drinks and a little dinner." Did she respond?" Not yet."Just then, I got a text."Jan, is that from Cindy? What did she say?"Jan came over to me and gave me my phone and said, "If she wants to be pushed further, here's your chance! Just one. " Oh god, Kevin. Your married. What about your family" Look lassie. We're both at a loose end. It's just two friends having a drink. That's all. Promise" Well, OK. What should I wear" again the words were out and were unable to be put back. "Oh I'm sure you'll find something. Haha. An hour!" Anne watched him run, until he was gone from sight. She didn't move. She stood there for nearly two minutes. Wondering. Wondering what she had just gotten herself into. And....why her nipples were so hard..