She mentioned that she would be a mess to get back home and in bed. I couldn't even think for a second about leaving her there with her being drunk I ...knew that I could get her to do anything I wanted her to. It wasn't long before I told her we had better go home before I had to carry her. Her being drunk she blurted out "we're going home to fuck" now let me tell you a little more about Crystal she was a nurse and very respected person of the community she didn't talk like this and especially. Maybe the wife was behaving herself like nothing was unusual because she was afraid of them.As efficient as the four were at beating me up I imagined they must have had plenty of practice. Maybe Bernice and the wife were also victims of their tortures. But I was beginning to understand the wife and perhaps Bernice were all part of this Mad Hatter feast and I was the joke, the sacrifice. The thought of them preparing me for something horrible and torturous made me feel clammy all over. I was. I usually leave Sunday night and come home on Friday after 6pm from the airport. My wife works as a principle of a elementary school on the other side of town. Her family lives in the area and her sister comes over and keeps her company. We met in college and she fell in love with me. She was cute but her boobs were only a size 34B and I always tried to get her to get a boob job to make them bigger. She always told me to be have and it had been almost a year since I brought it up. I never. I quickly thought of a half dozen things, most of which involved getting her naked first, but I kept chewing my tough beef and shook my head negatively.She made a deep curtsey, displaying her firm little melons almost fully since her thin shift was much too big and her stays were nearly unlaced, and withdrew to deal with her other customers in the crowded inn, skirt swishing from side to side. I watched her dodge grasps for her jutting breasts and skip away from pats and squeezes of her round.