The sensation sends quivers between your legs. You breathe deeper, causing your stiff nipples to rub up against your bra. You want to close your e...yes and dream about the fantasy, but you know you can’t. You move around in your seat as you pull into the driveway. You get out of the car and walk into your house. Finding no one home, you remember that your husband and son were going out tonight. You strip off your clothes and walk into the bathroom. You turn the shower on and let. “And did you only suck his cock once?” “No daddy, I did it twice.” “And could you have told me?” “Yes daddy, I’m very sorry. “Did you enjoy his cock?”“Yes daddy, it was very large and delicious. He enjoyed fucking my mouth and I enjoyed him doing it.” “That’s good but it doesn’t change anything. You broke the rule - you should have told me after the first time and definitely before the second. I’m going to have punish you. I don’t like to do this but you have it coming. Bend over and put your. He asked me out, we have been together the last year or so. That’s it, really.” “That’s it? Two lovers?” Christian asked, with, it has to be said, remarkably little tact, for which he received a thump on the arm from Ben. “My apologies, Madame,” he continued, bowing his head graciously, “but you are beautiful, you are intelligent and you are very sexy. How have you had only two men in your bed, it is all wrong! Quelle scandale! You should be, pardonnez-moi, what is Ben’s saying? Shitting them. “Well, let me explain . . .” “Please do,” I interrupted her genially. “Shut up and listen, boy,” she giggled. “Okay,” I held up my hands in surrender. “Well, to start with, sympathy, empathy and apathy all have the same root word,” she held up her hand and shut me up before I could say anything about the impromptu English class, “and you know what sympathy and apathy mean, but empathy is similar in scope to sympathy, which means feeling like you understand the shared feelings, right?” I nodded.