I could hear him rustling through his bag, reaching for something. He returned between my legs, a piece of leather stroking over my bare flesh. It was... a riding crop, his favorite thing to use on me.A shock ran through me as he stuck over one of my breasts, then the other. He drug the leather over my skin, down my stomach before striking over my pussy lips. I let out a small gasp, but stayed relatively still. “You still want to cum tonight?” Another strike over my mound.“Yes, Papi.”“And what. Those were her words, 'your decision'. I capitulated to her wishes and told her I would ship the X-23 back. She gave me a look of betrayal and stomped out of the kitchen.I had broken our compromise of silence. It was my role to let her argue against these types of things, and move forward with what she knew was best but could not publicly support. She did not like the idea of Matthew at fourteen years old receiving what most people thought of as an expensive sex toy. For my children, I broke. .I entered home & I saw, she had decorated table for cake. I asked "what is so special today". she took cake from my hand & said "try to remember". I went in bedroom. while changing clothes I remembered that Today is our wedding aniversary. I came out & said "today is our aniversary na.." she had already placed candle on cake. after her aniversary song was over we blew candle. she cut one piece & bought towards my mouth. I ate whole piece. she looked at me angryly. then she smiled & kissed me.. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really, but..."Margaret smiled at her and asked if she could sit down. Abigail offered her a cup of tea, but the older.