In the laundry room,Jenny was down at thedryers as I walked overto the washing machines.I could tell she saw mecome in, because I sawher glance at me.... Ifigured she was still madat me for doing her sister.So I just minded my onbusiness and startedputting my clothes in thewasher. Then I felt a tapon my shoulder, it wasJenny. She smiled at meand said, “Do you haveany dryer fabricsoftener?” I told her yesand pulled out the box offabric softener sheets andgave it to her. I thenasked her if she was. "Do you want me to fuck her sissy? Huh?" I nodded yes. "Tell me, no beg me to fuck your wife sissy." You were giggling as he took control. "Tell me, beg me to fuck your wife, to make her my slut, my whore, beg me you sissy cock sucking bitch, I want to hear it." Sadly, I did, and all of us knew I wasn't man enough for you and I would never pretend to be again in his presence. He stuck his cock back in my mouth and I as he stood over me I knew he was kissing you and playing with your breasts. As. If I ever catch you wearing anything, anything of mine again without permission I will cut your balls off. Do you understand?"I nodded my ascent. "Now I'm leaving for a few days. Remember what I said about calling people. Get your things dry-cleaned. I will call you when, and if, I am ready to try to trust you again." Linda quickly packed a few items in the now empty suitcase. "By the way, you are going to have to show me what you did with that dildo at some point; me and perhaps some others as. “I just saw a little girl climb up into the Tree House. She looks just like Belinda, but so young. What’s going on!”Smiling to myself as I headed, two-stepping it, downstairs, “It’s only Michelle mom.”Turning the corner at the end of the stairway I met her head on. “And who is this Michelle?” She asked, arms akimbo, barely moving as I whisked past her toward the French doors and out into the backyard. I laughed and called back over my shoulder, “I’ll tell you all about it when I get back in a.