She filled them in on everything that had happened, as John rose unsteadily to his feet and offered her his hand, helping her to stand too.He stretche...d his weary muscles, and happened to glance across the room, spotting Edraele Valaden comatose on the bed. Her enormously swollen belly was fairly convincing proof that their relationship with the Valaden Matriarch was never going to be the same again.“Any idea what happened?” Alyssa asked him, as she saw where he was looking.He shook his head, as. I also wore thigh-high felt boots with five inch stiletto heels. Like I said, I am a showoff. My son was used to me dressing this way since I had all his life. My husband likes it as well.We went to a typical college bar with cheap beer, a large variety of shots, etcetera. There were a couple of assholes in the bar but one look from my son and especially from Devon made them back off bothering me. We kept drinking beer and doing shots. Not a single one of the three of us was feeling pain.My. I pulled the belt up slowly, forcing her to lean forward so as not to hurt her already aching shoulders. “This will only hurt you if you make me hurt you, don’t move in any way but how I move you and you’ll be ok,” I told her. I removed my own belt and went about attaching it to hers then tying them both round the tree, pushing her shoulders back until she was standing upright against the trunk. She watched me step in front of her admiring my handiwork, her chest heaving with her hair falling. She started treating me like I was a piece of the furniture in the house; a necessary evil that she had to put up with. The only thing that didn't change was our love life. It still held steady at three or four times a week, but it did change from once or twice each time to three and sometimes four times. And she wanted more anal than we were accustomed to having. The biggest change was in me eating her pussy. It used to be a sometimes thing, but Wendy started wanting me to do it more and.