"Christ," I think to myself, "it's Ned-fucking-Flanders."I walk up to the door with my box of tools, suitably attired as a professional joiner, hard h...at, rigger boots and hi-vis vest, tool belt clinking as I walk with the hammer dangling at my side.Jim shows me through to the kitchen and shows me the work at hand.I nod, politely saying, "No problem mate, I'll have this done before the end of the day to which he replies, "Fandably doo!" I'm cringing at the choice of words used for appreciation. "Leena was pleased and flattered that the foreign girl was so obviously looking up to her even though Madhuri was almost two years older. She wanted to show off for her and although proud of her own shapeliness she was envious of the other girl's large breasts. The handsome, dark-skinned boy was leaning against her father's desk when she returned to the office."Where's Madhuri?" Ravi looked past Leena at the door, wondering where his sister was."She's safe, Ravi. I left her in a secret room. .. Okay ... like I say maybe next week." She hung up. She walked through the entryway and into the front room. She hadn't seen me.I was stunned, "cutting me off," she'd said. It could only mean one thing—couldn't it? Twenty plus years down the shitter? I had to know. All those years and nary even a suspicion that she was unhappy with me or with our sex life; well, again, except for the past year. Looking back now it had started, I'm guessing, around the time of our Christmas party year before. “I’m going to count to three,” I said, “and when I’m done, my dick needs to be in your mouth. And don’t you dare fucking bite it. Understand?”She stared up at me silently.“One...two…" She didn't move. "Three!” I brought my hand down on her cheek—hard. Heather let out a small scream.“Let’s try that again,” I said. “One…two…” This time I felt bad about hitting her, but if I stopped now, I might lose my chance to assert dominance. “Three!” I slapped her even harder. “Suck my cock or we keep doing.