Hi …. I'm St. Patrick and 50 year old. Throughout virtually all my grownup life I've worked as an admin pen-pusher of one sort or another, with the terminal few days being at Sloth County Hall. Although I'm a"Mr. Average"with an average income, my wife ( Debbie ) and I live with our three teenage baby in a beautiful, heavy domicile, almost a mansion, in a prestigious suburbia along the bay. My child are being privately tutored, and we own two new BMWs.

Although my wife rarely works nowadays, it was her endeavours which helped us achieve this grand status. virtually of her time during her 30's geezerhood, plus a yr or two either side, and apart from the obvious three maternity, she worked as a private advisor, which was an occupation she seemed to sustain greatly enjoyed. In Sojourner Truth, I was never quite comfortable with her often being away from rest home, sometimes for several days at a fourth dimension, especially with having to leave our infant and growing children in the juggling hired man of my sister and I.

Still, the on-site consultancy and the seminars she conducted all paid exceedingly well, and filled our lacuna to near overflowing. But despite it turbocharging our financial situation, I was relieved when she finally called it quits.

My work has almost always been based around boring admin, where government agency politics and gossip often run rife. Although I don't really care what early people say behind my back, I seem to have always been plagued with furtive charge of being gay, or a masochist, and at one exceptional Erolia minutilla in an office down townsfolk, I received feedback that the rumour-mill had labelled me as a pantywaist, chicken cuckold. Of course, there was never any nub to this malicious chit-chat, but sometimes mud marijuana cigarette and can fall apart you down.

The only concession I'll make in self-analysing my personality is …. I'm probably not very assertive. It's not that I don't have strong precept. It's more like an averting to conflict.

Anyways, I apologise if my rambling, setting landscape was too workaday, but I felt it requirement, so you can fully treasure the gravitational force of the series of consequence which occurred around 20 yr ago, when I'd just turned 30 ……

Back then, after 5 years of married couple, my wife Debbie, who was then 28, was getting mad to lead off having child, and why she insisted we buy our first home. She wanted a secure and permanent base for our inevitable issue.

So, after lots of debate and searching, our savings and budget found us with a mortgage on a cheap, 2 chamber place in the run-down side of town. But it was a confide step onto the property ladder, and with its decent back garden and vauntingly, detached garage, at least I'd have my own individual man-cave. Many of the other homes in the area were tenant, owned by penny-pinching landlords who only did basic maintenance. The homes either side were rentals, with a Pres Young couple with two kids on one side, and old Mrs. Hodgeson on the former. After 3 calendar month, we were only on passing price with the vernal couple who were wrapped up in their own life story. But we were devastated when Mrs H. moved out to go into a breast feeding home. We'd grown very fond of the old girl next door.

It meant we'd be getting a new neighbour.

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I was shocked and dismayed when I saw Kevin pacing back and Forth River in the entranceway to side by side threshold's driveway. Years ago in college he'd been a manipulative and revengeful bully, and I hoped I would never see him again. He was big and imposing and had frequently terrorized the early scholarly person. I'd seen him dish out out severe beatings to those who tried to jerk against his outrageous and carnal molestation. He was one-half insane and overtly depraved …. An immoral and perturb sociopath. Male or female person, pussy or ass, it didn't seem to count to him. So when it was my number to try out his perverted brand of torment, I'd simply caved in from the commencement. He then took it for granted I was his to require, and for several week I was his very personal slave. I reasoned it was better than blackamoor and blue drubbing, so I'd served him however he wanted. I thanked the Lord when he eventually got bored of our ‘ bond ’, and found someone new to go torment. It was bliss to be finally left alone.

……………

As I watched Kevin's unremitting pacing in adjacent door's driveway, a random glance caught me watching from my gallery and he waved his arm, beckoning me to come join him.

I daren't simply ignore him ….. Who knows what kind of backlash that may hold caused ? So, after a thick breathing spell to steel my nerves, I reluctantly sauntered across to abide near him. Surprisingly, he didn't acknowledge me at first, as he told me his name and informed me he'd be my neighbour for the adjacent 6 months.

Then, as we talking, his polite eye-to-eye suddenly became acute, and as he studied my feature film a across-the-board grin broke out across his face.

"I know you… you're little finger from Drums Leigh College. Weren't you the one I used to…."

I inwardly cringed at being reminded of the torment I'd endured during the time we were together in college.

"Those days are longsighted gone, Kevin. My figure is Saint Patrick, and would value being addressed as such,"hoping my blunt disruption and candid instruction would put our past interactions behind.

"Pinky Patrick with his silky pink scanty. I remember now. I bet you've still got them, huh ?"

I swung my heading around to see if anyone was in earshot, my panic a dead giveaway.

"So, you do still have them, you pervert. And I bet you still wear them, huh ?."

"No, you don't understand. I only had them because it was an adolescent thing. A souvenir from my first love."

"So why did you used to wear them in college then ?"

"I didn't wear them. individual found them in my sports-bag one clock time and I was .. persuaded .. to put them on in the showers after education. But it was only that one time."

"Oh yeah. You put them on, then as I recall you….."

"Look Kevin."I jumped in to stop his flow."That was a long meter ago. Just let it overleap, yeah ?"as I attempted my most assertive tone.

I couldn't allow him to perceive my unease at having, yet again, to fight with this towering hulk of a man who I knew was mentally unstable. He'd controlled my living and caused too much misery and humiliation in the yesteryear. I now had a married woman and mortgage for goodness sake. I'd moved on. I was worried Kevin may view other thoughts.

"My removal van is here, pinky. But I'll see more of you later, I'm sure."

I retreated is desperation. My sole hope was to try and avoid this smutty bit of work for the future six months.

……………………………………..

When it had been my 18th birthday, my parents had insisted on throwing a lavish political party, and most of my family were there, including my dear aunty mollie. When the alcohol flowed and spit became loose, it inadvertently and embarrassingly came to her knowledge that I was still a virgin. In her merry state due to too many vodkas, she privately told me she 'd personally remediate the situation. And she did, exactly three days later. Despite being 42, which seemed quite old to me at the time, she was an absolute beast in the dismissal, and always the initiator and prevalent better half during our 6 months passionate and animalistic social function. She always wore pink panties, and many clip I watched her slide them down her prospicient, thin leg to bring out her perfectly shaved pussy which would soon be riding my cock. I never masturbated during those glorious, summer months. I never had to, because hardly ever three days went by without me being used as a sex toy by my honey, sweet Aunt molly. Sadly our debauched crack had to end when my end-of-senior break was over and it was time to go away to start college. Looking back, it is probably just as well, because she was steering me down a very perverted way. We had reached a point where she would routinely tie my outstretched arms to the sides of the bed so she was detached to use me however she wanted. Then, during the concluding couple of calendar week of our ‘ Sessions ’, she'd started to insist I was installed with a butt joint male plug, to get me broken-in, she explained, for what ‘ other games'she had planned. One time, with a stub plug inserted and my legs tied together while she was riding my cock, she pushed her pink panties into my sassing. Then, riding me harder to impart me near culmination, she started hard-slapping my typeface."Don't you dare cum in me"she hissed,"Don't you dare cum in there or I'll fuck you like a bitch with my strap-on ”. I convulsed and erupted just a few moment later, fully witting of her ill threat. I was never to find out if she was serious, because college was looming and our deprave whirl had to end. She did hand me a pair of fine-silk, pink step-in as a leave-taking gift though. They had become a mind-set, a gun trigger, where if I saw a pair, I would turn arouse, associating them with being dominated, tied and gloriously ravished to climax. Unfortunately, it then became a habit to bust them whilst masturbating, which I frequently did when on my own in my residence hall at college. I'd fantasize about being tied and sexually used and abused, and what auntie molly may have had in her design. This only reinforced the association between the mountain and tone of garden pink panty and perverted rousing and the absolute skillful orgasms ever.

They were my Achilles Heel.

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MONDAY

A hebdomad after Kevin moved in, I came rest home from work on Monday even to get wind my wife announce we'd been invited to his house warming party.

"What, Kevin has been here ?"I asked, my vox barely containing my angst.

"Yeah, he popped around just after lunchtime when he saw I'd got back from my shimmy at the library."

"And what did he say exactly ?"dreading the possibleness of several unpleasantly compromising replies.

"He just said that you and he were old college sidekick, and asked if we would wish to see his house-warming party on Saturday evening. He was only on the doorstep for a couple of proceedings. After he told me you guys make love each other, I invited him in, but he said he was in a bit of a rush. He said maybe following time he'd bring some cookies and link up me for coffee and entertain me with some old school write up he bet you'd never gotten around to evidence me. Why didn't you say you guy were at college together ?"she asked with a quizzical stare.



I became lacuna at her doubtfulness as I gulped in desperation and stared into a vacant middle distance. Of course of action I'd never gotten around to telling her some of those news report. I'd intended to take them with me to my grave.

After several strain mo, when my wife realised I wasn't going to answer, she continued,"Anyways, he said it was a reverse fondness garb. The women were to be dressed as male theatrical role, and the men would be dressed up as women. He said to say for you not to feel embarrassed about coming dressed as a charwoman, like as if you might be reluctant or something. Anyways, of course I said we'd be there. It sounds like fun."



I scuttled away before my wife had prospect to perceive any emotion. My mind was in meltdown. Should I tell apart my wife not to mouth to Kevin ? Should I severalize her we can't go ? That would surely open a shelling of uncomfortable ‘ why ?'I had to go see Kevin and assert some kind of authorisation, otherwise this mental torment could go on for months. After dinner I went round to see him.



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"Hi, Pinky,"he said, as I stood on his doorstep."I didn't expect to see you here this even. Party-time isn't until Saturday,"Despite his language, he was grinning like he knew I'd display up.

"feeling, Kevin. You're going to have to give up dragging up the yesteryear. I won't put up with it."I asserted, trying to disguise my discomfort.

"I can understand why you'd like to draw a blank the past, ‘ cos this afternoon it all came back to me. I'll be honest with you pinky, until yesterday, I'd completely forgot. And I can't inculpation you for being ashamed of your past tense behaviour, but we're neighbor now, so I'll cut you a deal. If you come to the party, I promise I'll be a good neighbour. If you don't, it'll be an excuse to pay your wife an periodic sojourn. Tell her some stories."

"You leave my wife out of it."

"Hit a mettle, have I ? It's up to your wife whether she allows me to amount and visit, especially when I know you're not there. Or it'd be even better is she comes round here and reckon me up, which could lead in her looking up at me as she kneels at my feet."

"Enough ! I'll come to your stupid party, but after, you stay out of my sprightliness from then on, ok ?"

"Sounds fair to me. I can't wait to see you dressed as a woman, though. See you then. And don't forget your extra special underwear."

"I won't be wearing anything exceptional for you."

"Oh, I expect you will be. For sure enough at the start, but maybe not by the fourth dimension of the climax. Under something onionskin and frilly is my suggestion, and as you know, I always have my way. Anyways, I can't stand here talking all night. I've calls to make. I haven't organised the video-taping yet. Be for sure to say ‘ hi !'to your wife."



With that, he closed the threshold in my face, and I slinked home like a scolded, lost puppy. So a great deal for standing up for myself. Even worse, I'd called his party ‘ poor fish'and virtually ordered him to stay out of my life history afterwards, and Kevin's not the type who takes orders.

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Tuesday

The next day, Tues, I arrived home from work to more touch bad news.

"Kevin called around here again this afternoon."

"Oh, joy,"I silently sighed inward."What did he desire today ?"

"He said he was going to take some picture for nostalgia at the political party, and did you still hold your old sports gearing. I told him you kept all your old kit in that tatty play bag in the service department. I had just gotten out of the shower and had my robe on, so he said for me not to bother, but asked could he go have a look and grab what he needed by himself. I gave him the key and said he was receive to go hunting."

"Did he say what he was looking for ?"I asked through my rapidly drying mouth.

"No, but although he didn't seem to have anything with him when he brought back the key, he said he'd found what he wanted."

"I'd better go handicap he didn't leave a passel,"I said over my shoulder joint as I headed out to the garage. I almost ran when I was out of her spate. I grabbed the bag off the ledge and delved into the zipper pocket inside. They weren't there. My appreciate knock panties, which I'd kept carefully hidden, were gone. I composed myself and headed back to the kitchen.

"Was everything OK ?"my married woman asked.

"He'd put my bag back in its place, and nothing else was disturbed."I said truthfully.

"He's a bit of a cheeky one though, isn't he ?"my wife commented.

"Why, what did he say ?"

"It's not what he said exactly. It was more the way he conducted himself. He really checked me out when he saw I was wearing a bathrobe. He's such a big guy that when he took a step closer, I thought he was gon na reach out and rip it right off. It was a bit of a spine-tingling second actually, knowing he could have rendered me naked at the uncomplicated motion-picture show of his wrist joint. I'm gladiola he's your buddy. If a huge alien came so close with the same glint in his eye, he might have actually gone ahead and rip-stripped me."

This was getting worst by the day.

"If you want me to contain him from calling…."I ventured hopefully.

"No, don't be silly. It was probably my imagination running wild."

……………….

That night in bed, I felt my wife jiggling about in her eternal sleep. At least I think she was asleep.

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WEDNESDAY

The next day, Wednesday, when I arrived home from study, I was told Kevin had called around again, this time for burnt umber. My wife said he'd been charming, but again had been cheeky, and at every chance had stood close, which had made her feel humble at his side. He'd said it was a shame she wasn't still in her bathrobe, having really enjoyed what he saw.

"What, Kevin came inside the house ?"A stupid inquiry, as she'd said they'd had coffee.

"Of course I invited him in. He'd brought biscuit with him just like he'd promised."

"Was he here long ? Did you guys talk about much ?"I fished, as I tried to hide my unvoluntary shaking.

"He was really charming and quite harbor, and we talked almost all afternoon. He told me some stories, engrossing and scary, while I was laid outside in the sun."

"Laid outside in the sun ?"I repeated, almost in a beef."You were laid out in the sun ?"

"wellspring, while we were chatting, he said it was a shame I wasn't wearing my bathrobe, so I thought I'd indulge him, and after coffee I went and put on my bikini. Then we went outside so I could work on my tan, and he sat on the lounge just beside me."

"Oh,"I gulped,"And he told you some stories ? No magniloquent tales about me, I hope ?"

"No, not really. Some were about college and your name was mentioned, but mainly we talked about him. He doesn't have any Thomas Kyd, and I told him neither did we, although I'd come off the tab to bug out trying. He wished us both luck and said he wished he could help, and seemed instill we were buying our own home. We talked about our line and how we all were doing, and what he does for a living. He said he makes his hard currency, and inferred he's got plenty, by wheeling and dealing in whatever he can, and something he called ‘ medieval origin and shares ’. I didn't really understand, but anyways, he said it's his first logical job since being let out. Did you know he'd spent time in jailhouse ?"

"No, I didn't. Did he say what for ? He's always been a bit of a villain."

"I almost didn't Tell you ‘ cos I thought you might freak. He was convicted as a biker pack drawing card"

I raised my supercilium in half disbelief."He got put away just for that ?"

"fountainhead, it's what the pack did, and how anarchical they were. That's why the judge sent him down. They were into home invasions, where they'd jailbreak into residence whilst the folks were still home, and sometimes they'd acted quite savage. They'd rough up the men and force the charwoman to strip, and lock any children in closet. He said they were only in it for the cash and jewelry, and they'd terrorise the proprietor until they handed it all over."

"Oh Jeez."I said,"That would be a clink sentence."

My married woman continued…..

"Yeah. It really gave me the goose-bumps. But I had to ask… I wanted to know…. were they really that rough with the owners ? It was like it suddenly made him furious, and he glared with wild menacing eyes and kinda growled and asked,'Do you really want to know ?'Oh, pet, he said it so scary I was literally agitate, but I still nodded ‘ yes ’, then stupidly covered my capitulum. He pulled one hand away to hale me to get wind, then spoke in a deep, sinister interpreter, ‘ Sometimes when we'd beaten and tied up the men, we'd make wide use of the women.'It made my haircloth prickle on the back of neck when I realised what he was meaning. So I had to ask him, ask if that's what he meant, that the women were subject to rape ?'He just looked at me cold and razzed me with a ‘ maybe they were, and maybe they weren't….. or maybe I just shouldn't tell you.'Then he let go of my paw and just kinda stared at me for a few bit, like he was scrutinised me or something. I was too stun to say anything, so he carried on with the story. He said that if they broke in some place and found a smoke hot woman, then ‘ maybe'all the guys in the crew. I told him I didn't want to acknowledge any more, and he lightened up and said it was all behind him now and he'd gave it all up, ‘ But'he'd said, ‘ except for maybe an episodic smoking hot fair sex ’. I jokingly asked him if I was at danger, and he said that because I was red smoking hot, in truth he'd have to say ‘ maybe ’. But then he just smiled and relaxed and said I was yours and that I seemed content and quite happily married. He said I would only be a ‘ maybe'if you didn't mind me getting the Lapplander discussion. I slapped his arm and said, ‘ hey buster, what about me, what if that's not what I wanted, what did he think about that ?'That's when he scared me, ‘ cos his eyes flared up again and gave me a real number angry glare and said I wouldn't be given a choice. He said he'd do whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted, and his gang would do just the Same. Then he burst out laughing and said he was only teasing and I should've seen the feel on my face. I slapped his arm and told him to stop being such a big bully and an ass. He said he was sorry and was only joking. But then he stared at me again and in a kinda low, hypnotic voice he said, ‘ Debbie, you know you are hot, and make your own needs, and deep down, I bet it's you who secretly wants it ’. I don't know what I was thinking, but like I was caught in his root, and I stupidly blurted out ‘ maybe ’. As soon as I'd said that he grabbed hold of my arm and yelled, ‘ Stop !'It gave me a fright, but he said we shouldn't joke about such thing, ‘ cos I'd no idea what his gang had been like. He said he'd seen them go disturbed when they'd got a hot woman, and I couldn't imagine the things that they'd do. He said they were complete animal when they got fired up, and matter could get way out of hand. He said on one specific night when they'd found a lone cleaning lady, they got her surrounded and flipped out their switch-blades and…… I tell you, I started to freak, but he just burst out laughing again. I told him he'd really scared me that sentence and not to do it again, and thank goodness, he started talking about all the bike and gondola that he'd had. But after a while I told him I had to get on with my chores and could we call it a day. He was very polite and justify if he'd outstayed his welcome. I said I didn't nous him calling, but today I'd run out of time. He stood up to leave, but then suddenly flicked out his hand and yanked on one of the strings on my bikini bottom and pulled it ‘ till they nearly fell off. I grabbed it back, but not before he'd had a hazard to check out my pubes. I told him off, but he called me old-fashioned and a bit of a prude and told me ….. well, pretty a good deal ordered …. that I should get a razor and shave the shit off. I told him to well and truly get lost, and what I did was none of his business. But then he was really sincere and said he was sorry and didn't mean value to turn over me, but that a denudate snatch would make me even more sexy than I already was and increase my chance to pass significant. That made me flush red, but he said he was speaking the truth and was only setting me direct because we were Quaker. I told him to quit being such an ass and that he should go, and thankfully he started walking away. But then he turned around and said ‘ but you will knock off it off, all off for the company, and I know you won't dare disobey me ’. That really scared me, ‘ cos he sounded so serious, and I was glad when he got to the gate. But then he turned round with his big, confect smile and asked if it was Ok to call up around tomorrow. I know he'd been teasing and only having fun, so I nodded to say ‘ that's OK'…. Oh darling, I hope you don't mind."

"No, I suppose that's all fine."I mumbled in total dismay.

What else could I say ?

……………

His bod and his charm made him ooze with charisma, disguising the evil within. But after an agonising intimate disputation, I decided to just let it skid. He'd said he was joking and hadn't harmed Debbie, so I couldn't stop to what he'd done wrong. If he'd really done time and I called in the cops on just a gimpy vague perception, the repercussions were potentially direful. With no grounds and no test copy, if I caused him aggravation, it could seriously and painfully backfire. After weighing up all the options, I decided it would be for the best if I turned a blind eye, and forget their unanimous conversation.



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Later that Wednesday evening there was a bash at the door.

"Kevin,"I exclaimed with hidden disheartenment,"To what do we owe this honour ?"I asked as politely as I could, knowing Debbie was sitting in earshot.

"Have you got a few minutes, I'd like you to make out around and have a facial expression at something ?"

"Well, I…. ”,

"Oh, come on. Just a few minutes,"he coaxed, as my wife walked up to my side.

Kevin continued."I just want to adopt your hubby for a while. I want the company to go as planned, so I wondered if he could rehearse something for me. I promise I won't tie him up for too long,"he said, as he stared down at me total in the eye.

"Of form,"Debbie cheerfully chipped in."Tie him up as long as you like. My film is coming on TV, one that he hates, so he'd be skulking off to the service department if he wasn't with you."

"Thanks a lot, Debbie,"I said flatly, her revelation giving me no other option.

……

So I found myself inside Kevin's house for the first fourth dimension since he'd moved in.

"Beer ?"he asked.

"No thanks. What do you want Kevin ?"

"well it's like this, Pinky. I don't know what you had planned to wear at my party, but I have your attire here,"as he gestured to a big, long, flat box on the table.

"I'm not going to wear anything that makes me attend like a muggins,"I said as firmly as I could.

"Take a look,"he said, as he flipped the lid. It appeared to be a perfect Little Bo Peep outfit, with a Melville Bell attire, crown, bonnet, curly blonde wig and a wooden shepherds crook.

"I'm not….."

"Put it on. I want to see."It was more of a command than a request. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes not to build me do this.

"We have a deal for when you've been to my party… .... so put it on ”, his final Good Book a growling as he took two steps towards me.

"Ok, ok,"I fatefully backed down. I started to take my jacket.

"I'm not a deviant,"Kevin said,"I don't want to watch you strip, especially as you need to be buck naked to transform yourself into a true girly Bo Peep."

He surprisingly he turned his back, and two minutes later I was totally naked, fishing from the box a twosome of frilly, light- blue pratfall, the obvious starting time matter to put on. As I was set over naked with one fundament in the fuckup, Kevin abruptly spun around. I instinctively froze, but he urged,"Carry on, there's lashings to do. Your wife will be watching her motion picture for a duad of hour, sure, but it's not like in college when we had the completely night."

He stood and watched as I hurriedly pulled up the botch, then wriggle myself into the long, lightsome blueing, frilly Vanessa Stephen attire. I put on the wig as best I could, then the jacket, and topped it off with the full rim bonnet. I reached for the crooked stick, but Kevin said to leave it alone. I couldn't help but notification there were little straps with warp and hooks all around the bottom of the dress but although it looked unknown, I didn't study what they were for.

"The belt needs to be a good deal taut,"he said, as his hands went to work, shortening it a couple of notches, squeezing it tight into my stomach."Take off the bonnet and jacket, I want to try something,"he ordered."Now, take a pose with your arms in the air. clasp your hands together at the back of your neck, and make sure you tightly entwine your fingers"

When I'd done just that, he reached down and started to gather up the hem of the garb and airlift it luxuriously in the air, effectively blocking my view. The inspiration of the attire continued, and I heard the repeated clicking and latching of buckle somewhere over the top of my head.

"What the…."I started to protest, as I realised the hem of the dress was being buckled together above my head teacher, effectively encasing me in.

"Shut up and resist still,"Kevin barked, as I felt and heard yet Sir Thomas More straps and buckle being pulled and clicked into place above my chief. My mitt were still behind my neck with digit entwined, and with my articulatio cubiti now almost touching and with the inner-sides of my wrist joint squashing into the side of my neck, I was effectively locked immobile in place.

"It works,"Kevin declared."feeling, you're in the prettiest strait jacket I've ever seen."

But I couldn't look. The upper half of my body was completely encased in tip-tilted skirt, and I couldn't see anything. Then I realised my lower half was only wearing frilly bloomers.

"Come for a walk,"Kevin said, as I felt him channelize me several steps backwards, encased in a blinding bundle of wearing apparel. Then I felt a tugging upwards of the strap above my headspring. I was being hung up, suspended on some form of lord hook. I heard a ratchet clicking and felt myself being hoisted even more, until I was balanced high school up on tip-toe.

"These won't do,"Kevin said, as I felt his finger find the waistband of the botch. The next thing I knew, my ankles were being lifted one at a time as he slid the blooper completely off.

"Time for garden pink panties, don't you think ?"Kevin said in a mocking tone."They should realize you feel much more relaxed,"as I felt my ankle being lifted again. A fellow, cool down silk eloquence was being slid up my thighs, and my tool gave an involuntary hustle. When he'd pulled them up into place, I felt his digit slide around to square away the waistcloth. Then, as his hands smoothed me down to get a neat and cubbyhole fit, his thenar started rubbing at my crotch.

"It feels nice, doesn't it, having your weeny in smooth out, soft, pink pantie ? But they are coming back off and going in your sassing later. I don't want to hear you squealing like a pig when my prick is reclaiming your ass."

"No, please don't do this."I breathed, almost in a rustling, so washy it was barely a protest. Oh why hadn't I spoken out earlier ? My words bore no authority now, emitting from inside a girly, frilly downhearted bell-dress. He had methodically ensnared me with hardly a whimper, and now his palm was stroking my crotch. I mumbled more Word of wretched lame protestation to try stop his massaging palm, but with my erection now steadily building, instead of recoiling, I pushed back at the source of abuse. My hapless thrust forward encouraged him further, and his rubbing palm claimed me harder and faster. Kevin knew he was now in control as he tormented and teased with his words.

"You love this, don't you, my pink pantied milksop. You loved it in college, and I bet you still do. Go on, turn hard for me, faggot, you know that you want to."

I hated Kevin for doing this. But I hated my putz more for its selfish betrayal as it danced to his lecherous tune. And as much as I wanted my cock to stay piano and limp, it inexorably grew magnanimous and longer.

"That's it, Milquetoast, intumesce that shaft for me. I know you can't stop yourself. Do you want me to fall in it a suck when it's all nice and intemperately ? suction your stopcock before mine goes up into your ass. I'm going to breed you this evening, just like the old days, you fag, sissy bitch. That's why I brought you, and that's why you came. You knew I'd want to use you, and use you I will, like you're an easy whore, faggot cum-dumpster."

Despite his wretched run-in, I couldn't withstand it, and my cock continued to grow. And with no way of hiding my singing display, I was irrevocably retaking my place. He was re-affirming his lawful alpha male status, with me as his pink pantied slave. This prison term around I had much more to misplace, but still he was assuming command.

"You always were light meat, and I can see you still are. You plainly enjoy being my little pink pansy. I'm going to use the criminal on you later. You'd like that, wouldn't you, fag whore ? Opening your legs as it slides down inside the back your panty, willing it to hook into your ass. And when it does, I'll clip it onto my trustworthy old winch so I can run up you up, one click at a sentence, ‘ till you can barely touch basis with your tip-toes. Then maybe I'll give it a duad more mouse click ‘ till you're dangling on the ass-hook like mealworm. I bet that'd enjoy that, eh, sissy bitch ? You'll be wriggling and squealing like a piglet."

I don't know why, but as he hissed his taunt, vile words, my stopcock kept relentlessly rising. My head was in excitement as I heard Kevin move and ask a position behind me. His left arm came around in a firm bear-hug bobby pin, locking my rear to his chest. His the right way hand then mauled at my straining unvoiced cock, which was shamefully tenting gamy in my panties.

"I've got you now bitch, haven't I ? This is how you ‘ re going to be at the political party. Hamstrung and helpless and wearing garden pink scanty as I make you fully aroused. I'm going to score a wager with that Debbie of yours that you love being humiliated and punished. And when I prove I'm right and this makes you horny, she'll want a piece of you too. I know she'll do it, ‘ cos I'll get her so high she won't be capable to resist. What do you think your stoned wife will do to you, Pinky, when I give her some toys to try out ? Which one do you remember she'll use on you first ? And when you squander your seed all over the rug, what signal does that send, eh ? She won't want a wimp husband to attain her pregnant. She'll want a veridical man, and I'll be there, cook and waiting. And when I've run her ragged, and she begs me to stop, don't headache, I will. But there'll still be the needs of my work party, and they will be next. Can you listen her sad pleas of hurt, Pinky, begging for her sex-nightmare to end ? But I'm sure they'll be able to educe a few more orgasms from her swollen, raw kitty as they all take their turn to rape her. Would you prefer to be blindfolded and just hear the action, or would you want to observe the completely show ? She'll be misused for hours but I'm surely she'll enjoy it, except for possibly near the end. But who cares if her last few orgasm are a variety of both pleasure and raw annoyance. It'll shuffling for some ok entertainment."

Still holding my cock, now rock unvoiced and pounding, he breathed words which were both chilling and perceptive.

"You're still hard, my little pink princess. I knew you'd be cuckold material."he mocked as a deliberate taunt, working ever severe at my cock."That means I can rob you of all your seed, pinky. You won't be needing it. Your valued married woman has told me wants a baby, but it won't be from your niggling weaner, not if there's no fuel in the tank. You'll have to let a real man step in to do the breeding for you, yes ? And you haven't got it in you to contain that happening, have you, my picayune pink puffcake, not now I'm back on the vista ?"

I was stunned into secretiveness, too stupefied to speak, as his fingers hooked the waistband of my panties. Pulling them down, my articulatio talocruralis were again lifted, leaving me waist-down buck naked.

"Are you ready for what's coming, my confection little princess ?"Kevin continued his taunt."Don't worry, I'll send you home shortly when we've both had our fun, and after you've spilt all your seed."

With those ominous Holy Scripture, he positioned his hands, and they callously started their work. With one mitt now pumping and the former gently kneading, it was only a matter of time. Relentless and ruthless, they stuck at their task, and I knew there'd be only one termination. Caught in his trap and with no substance of outflow, I succumbed to a sullen wave of acceptance. I shuddered and shook as he stroked me to culminate, ejecting my precious clean seed. But his hands kept on working despite my sad State, pumping ‘ till I was limp, sore and dry. With one handwriting squeezing my now forlorn cock and his former still cupping my now empty scrotum, Kevin hissed his purport in my ear.

"Your wife's off the pill and wants to get pregnant. wellspring, let me tell you, she soon will be, but the seed won't be from your empty-bellied ball-sack. I'm gunna Milk you every evening from now on, and you'd better not defy disobey me. It's either that or a pecker cage, which might select some explaining, so cook sure you're cook for my call. When you return to your married woman after each eventide with me, you'll have been thoroughly milked ‘ trough you're dry. Are we in agreement ? Is that what you want ? I expect you'll say it's OK."

Still ensnared inside swathe of the upturned bell dress, and with his helping hand slowly increasing its painful wring on my now dangling balls, I resigned myself to my portion. The lacy blue cloth twitched my excited nods of agreement, as my dry mouth whispered"OK ”. I'd nodded to fetch an end to the excruciating bother of his grip, but also in defeated espousal. My virile, white seed was now his to keep in line, and every evening would be wasted away. And with no potent seed I'd have no masculine note value, and so nothing to offer my married woman. Kevin was claiming all that was mine, and his status had made me back down. He'd muscled back in to steal my self-worth, and I just couldn't bring myself to say"No !"When we were in college, everyone knew of his fearsome reputation, and when I'd been faced with his sick, wriggle menace, I surrendered myself to him without wavering. In mundane life I'd been a regular Joe, but with him I was a meek, servile WIMP. I was still under his spell and he'd seized the advantage, knowing I was still his to dominate. And to firmly cement his Alpha condition, he crushed me with a cruel recollection…

"I remember your face at college when you first saw my beast in all its rage and frantic glory. I could tell straight away you were spellbound with awe and wanted to be one of its dupe. That's why you brought your pink step-in to the shower that day. You hoped you would tempt me to get close-up and personal. And tempt me you did, you dirty slut prostitute, and then came to my room access like I ordered. You were supposed to be just a one-time affair, did you sleep with that ? Just another weak, sissy victim to add another pass to my bedpost. But, hey, who knew our ‘ matter'would go on for so farseeing, and how recondite our bond would become ? Nox after night you'd show up at my door, despite what you'd get once inside. I knew what you wanted the inaugural fourth dimension you let me push my glossa through your juicy, red lips and explore the deepness of your mouth. I'll freely admit, I was surprised when you started sucking on my spit and moaning girly moan into my mouth. But I knew right there and right hand then, that same moaning back talk would spread just as leisurely for my cock. And it did, didn't it, my Sweet, little puffcake, that same night, while you were kneeling at my foot in my dorm-room. But you came back for more, and then again more, until it seemed like you couldn't celebrate away. That's when I realised you were addicted. But it wasn't just the power and majesty of my dick, was it, my poor little pansy, you came back for more of my seed ? You'd enjoyed it that first time and wanted some more, and ended up being hopelessly addicted. And even after I realised it might be ****** or something in my organisation and I'd put a occlusive to your blow Job, you kept on coming right back. Nox after night you'd be tapping on my threshold, waiting ‘ till I let you get along in. Then I realized something else. I'd go something more to you, hadn't I ? You didn't seed to my room hoping to bask my succus. You came because you wanted to be with me …. spend meter with me …. feel the system of weights of my eubstance laid on yours. That's why you allowed yourself to turn my ass-fuck whore, isn't it, you poor people, little affair ? I didn't need your asshole as a cum-bucket, ‘ cos I'd great deal other puppets on a bowed stringed instrument. But there you were, night after nighttime, all pre-slicked and bending over like a bitch. And that's why you've kept your precious pink panties, huh, ‘ cos you're still a lilliputian, sissy-bitch at affection ? well then, my sweet puff-cake, now married and all, your master has returned to take aim charge. From now on, you'll response only to me and do every unmarried thing I goddam tell you. It's for your own good, Pinky, ‘ cos from what I've seen, apart from that confection, sexy wife of yours, you're wallowing in a lame, pathetic biography. fountainhead, just like in college, I'm gon na help you, pinkie. I'm gon na supercharge your dead-end creation by leaps and boundary. You didn't think you'd aced your exams by yourself, did you, stupid boy ? I'd pulled some puppet-stings for you, little finger, ‘ persuaded'some teachers to doctor your level to give you a flying head start to your life sentence. But you should be doing intimately than this, and it seems you need Thomas More of my aid. It's gon na come with some highs and Low, and there's never any gain without pain. But you'll end up in a better home, Pinky, with a much better life for you and that sweet married woman of yours. And that is what you want, yes ? narrate me I'm ripe and we're on the same varlet. I'm sure you're going to agree."

When his hired hand gave my sore and tender egg an even harder squeeze, I nodded my headland in acceptance.

………………….

"Oh, good, your back. Did you have a good prison term at rehearsals ?"chirped Debs as I awkwardly shuffled back into my own home.

"No, not really,"I mumbled as I looked down at the floor.

"I've got something to cheer you up. Look at this."as she flaunted a naughty, melanise negligee.

"When did you get that ?"I asked with hidden dismay, realising where this would be going and trying to depict some enthusiasm.

"I bought it today. Nice, huh ? I bought it to coincide with ovulation."

"Oh, groovy,"I enthused, camouflaging my unspoken"Oh, no !"

"Go grab a shower bath, hun. The picture show was, how shall I say, invigorating ? Plus, you know how I get when I start ovulating. Tonight's your Night, babe. I need a man."

With that, I slinked off to take a shower.

…..

"What's the matter, hun. I hoped tonight would be special ?"Debbie cooed in my ear, as my spent humanity lay limp under the bed-sheet.

I made lame alibi, as any man would, but Debs was in the humor for my love.

"Go down on me then. Please return me something. I need it, hun, please ”.

She lifted the weather sheet like a silken, subdued tent, and I slid myself down out of view. I worked her with digit and rubbed with my thumb, but she stopped me just a few minutes in.

"I'm sorry, but that just ain't doing it. Aren't you going to use your toothsome, hot lingua ?"Debbie purred.

"I'm sorry too, hun,"I answered."I can't seem to get into the mood."

"Well, if you can't summon the mood, I guess I'll have to rain-check ‘ till tomorrow. But I don't wan na keep it on agree too long, sister. Ovulation only goes until Sunday."

I shuffled myself out from under the tent and repeated my excuse, which was rewarded with a lukewarm wad on the cheek. Debbie grumped an angry ‘ huff ’, and with a swirling of bed-sheets she snuggled down …. said ‘ goodnight'….. and turned her back.

Before I'd left Kevin and whilst still in blonde wig, I'd been on my knees at his feet. With a click of his fingers and a point at the floor, I'd sunk down in total entry. As I knelt down before him I'd meekly complied as he'd made full use of my sass. He then sent me nursing home, unwashed and still tainted, instructing I go use my tongue.

"Go back to your wife and give her a right licking. You might just do my job for me."

If his germ had survived, and with Debbie's ripe testis ….. It was a endangerment which didn't bare thinking.

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Th

I came menage from work knowing ‘ he'would have been. He wouldn't miss out on his afternoon chat. Plus, he'd promised a ‘ fitting ’, with a costume he'd acquired a distich of year ago and which he assured me would see great on my wife.



"What did he take for you to try on ?"I asked, as Debbie marched in from the kitchen, still in a prickly humour. It seemed I was still out of party favour, not having sated her pregnancy frustration.

"He brought a big box, if you really must know, containing a Little Bo peek costume. It was light blueness and frilly and looked really gorgeous and I fell in love with it straight away. He said if he helped me to put it on, just to make trusted it was fitted correctly, then he guaranteed it would highlight my best feature of speech. It looked real cute and was gon na let him help me try it on, but he reminded me it was a verso fancy dress and he'd brought the damage box. Maybe some other time, he said, perhaps if I ever went round to his situation. He took it away and came back with another box. I'm not supposed to separate you, but it was a wide police-officer's uniform."

"Oh, really ?"I exclaimed with literal surprise, having not known what to expect.

"It's very naturalistic, and comes with a hat, skid and truncheon, and a pair of substantial, true to life handcuffs."

"Did you try it all on while he was still here ?"I asked, barely containing my angst at having heard the password ‘ truncheon'and ‘ hand-cuffs.'

I studied her closely to check her reaction, recalling my traumatic Bo-Peep transformation.

"No, no. He held it up against me, and it looked about decent, but I said I'd try it tonight. If my new negligee didn't do it, then maybe being dressed as a cop can hold back your attention."

"Yeah, sorry about hold up night. I just felt drained. I'll definitely be ok tonight."

"When you get back from Kevin's ?"she stated."While we were chatting, Kevin said to remind you he'll need you to pop one shot later this evening. He rattled off a load of technical poppycock about equipment for filming the party. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he said you'd be a star if you could spare half an minute for the set up."

My wife was oblivious to the connotations of the words she'd just spoken, but it certainly gave me a inhuman shiver.

"Was he was here for a while then ?"I asked as calm as I could, sensing there was much more to be heard.

"Oh yeah, this afternoon we both laid out in the sun while he amused me with Thomas More of his stories."

"What, you were sunbathing together ?"I squawked, almost in a screech, alarmed at their anthesis friendship.

"He said he was jealous of my all-over tan and wanted to portion some of my ray. So he stripped off down to his jocks and joined me laid out in the sun. Don't worry, Hun, nothing else happened, although he sure likes strutting his tackiness and big brawniness. He told me to a greater extent floor about him and his gang, and how he got caught out and arrested. It happened when they'd been asked to encroach upon a flush mans'family and slip some expensive jewelry. It was all parting of an insurance cozenage, as the proprietor was desperate for hard currency. They were told the plenteous guy would feign some defensive measure and to give him a light working over. But his wife was there too, and she was red smoke hot, and he couldn't restrain his wild work party. They all took turns at her, which went on for hours, but Kevin said she was really enjoying the attention. But the trouble was, they stayed much longer than they'd planed, and about 2 a.m. their daughter came dwelling from a date with her boyfriend. His crew were rhapsodic to ingest some fresh meat, and it turned into a tot up tragedy. The girl had tv camera installed in her bedroom, and they captured two time of day of raw action. When him and his crew left about 4a.m. the cops were soon hot on their tail, and that's how their five year fling of mischief and mayhem was abruptly brought to an end."

"Mischief and mayhem ?"I grimaced in echo."Sounds like a sex nightmare to me."

"Yeah, doesn't it just,"she said with an strange grin, before sauntering off to the kitchen.

……………..

After dinner and a exhibitioner, as sternly requested, again I trudged around to see Kevin.

"Welcome, my petty pinko princess. I hope you're cook for troll two."

"looking at, Kevin, I can't do this. Please, just leave me alone."I rasped, with my shoulder drooping, as I stood midpoint in his front elbow room. He slowly walked round me, hands clasped at his spine, symbolically hemming me in. He was like a cruel vulture making slow lazy circles as it callously weighed up its prey.

"I promised I would, but after the party. I thought I had made that clear. Obviously you need this substance reinforced. You like being forced, don't you, my piffling pink princess ? If you were to uncase naked, what do you conceive I'd force you to do ?"

"face, Kevin, it's….."

"No, you look !"he snapped me into silence, as he produced my own silky pink panties. He was twirling them round on his pointed-up finger, like a mocking and taunting garden pink flag.

"prison term to undress for a bit more rehearsing, so the party can go with a swing."

"No, Kevin, please don't,"as his deal went to my pant knock buckle.

"You know you won't discontinue me. You won't even try,"as he picked and pulled at the clasp. I was proving him right as I stood numbly still, too heartsick to even react.

"That's a unspoiled boy,"he cooed with foreboding, as he deftly pulled my trouser rap undecided."You take it from here, it's time for Sir Thomas More fun,"as he again wielded my consecrated pink panties.

I couldn't believe I was allowing myself to be manipulated again. What was incorrect with me ? Still, my own finger's breadth pulled down the zipper, and with my centre cast down at the flooring, I removed my trousers and lay them aside, and stood only in jacket, shirt and jocks.

"We don't need these,"Kevin said coolly, as he wafted his hand at my chest.

My self-regard now gone, and with no far prompting, I stripped myself down to my jocks. I stood there before him awaiting my circumstances, as Kevin posed with both arms fixed folded.

"I see there's no hullabaloo in the air tonight,"as he looked at the flat front of my jocks."We must do something about that,"as he held out an surface palm script."Here, grab appreciation and come with me. There's something I want you to see."

With the natural inborn reflex of an devoid small fry, I reached out and meekly placed my hired hand into his.

"That's right, my picayune pink pansy, come along, come walk this way."

So with those fateful words, and with him as my guide, he led me through in back of his house. With my handwriting still firmly in his clutches he then towed me through an open doorway and into what was obviously a bedroom. The flock before me stopped me dead in my tracks as I could hardly trust what I saw.

"ejaculate on, you'll enjoy this,"mocked Kevin as he hauled me fully into the room.

Laying spread bird of Jove on a bed and tied wrist and ankle was a bare inflatable doll. Near the human foot of the bed, standing upright and imposing, was a set of medieval-type stocks. Kevin pulled on our firmly clasped handgrip until I was standing behind the sturdy, wooden convenience, with its cross-beam aligned with my chest.

"No, please, Kevin, …"I started, assessing my peril, but he cut me off with growling words in my face.

"I said there was a bit more rehearsing, so you've got to try these for size …. Come on,"he changed his tone to a coxing coo,"Bend over, that's a good boy,"

The top half of its heavy, erose, cross-beams was propped unfastened with a stout, wooden stoppage, leaving the three cut-outs in the bottom of the inning one-half fully exposed and waiting to be filled by mortal's neck and two wrists.

"No, I can't do..… ”, I protested, but he yanked at my hair with his big, buirdly script, pulling my question firmly backwards. As I grimaced in hurting with an overt sass silent-scream, I saw a sudden flash of pink material which I guessed were my panties, and with my mind restrained backwards and still open-mouthed, he stuffed them deep inside with his fingers.

"Like I said before, you might feel the need to squeal like a pig, and I don't want to hear it."Then using the chunk of my tomentum still firmly in his grasp, he steered my school principal forwards and downwards, until my neck was in the stock center slot. His painful, house grip held my neck down in post as he said,"cum on, you know what to do."I instinctively set both my wrists into the smaller position slots, and after he'd let go of my hairsbreadth I meekly remained in space as I blankly stared at the story. I knew my circumstances was sealed when I felt the dull thud of the great top plank as it was dropped the last couple of inches into place. But what really got to me, and made me desire to cry out aloud in despair, was the tink-click of a metallic element locking-latch sliding over.

"wellspring, well, well ! What a pretty sight you make,"Kevin gloated, as he stepped back to admire his work."I've got a good perspective, and you'll have a upright view, if you're strong enough to keep your capitulum held up highschool ”.

I was constrained in such a way I was looking down at the flooring, but if I awkwardly and achingly strained my neck and lifted my brain, I could see the spread-tied doll on the bed.

"I said we need more rehearsal, so we can lose these,"as he deftly removed my jocks."Now, you'll notice the doll on my bed is already naked and lost, and she's been waiting, patient and still, ‘ til you've been confined out of reach. She's called Debbie, just like your sweet wife, and she's kindly stripped herself nude. I then told her she'd have to be tied, so she obediently laid out spread-eagle. And look, her pubic bone are clean shaven, because that's what I ordered, and plainly she does what she's told. But wait, there's some black writing where her pubes used to be, like there's some kind of particular instruction. You probably can't read it from there even though its judicial writ large, so let me tell you take what it says. The letters I can see are in big, bluff, melanize ink, and if I'm not mistaken they spell out ‘ breed me ’. I wonder how and why those row got there, ‘ cos they certainly weren't put there by me. That's ‘ cos this here bitch ain't for breeding, and she don't get horny and wet. But that's how your sugariness, sexy Debbie was when I called around this good afternoon, Pinky. She was washing a sink broad of dishes, and after she let me in and we started to chew the fat, she went back to her spatter and sploshing. But when she'd turned her back, I crept up behind her and cuddled her tight as I caressed her neck with attender kisses. And there was no dubiousness she was horny, ‘ cos even when I lovingly nibbled her ears, she made no effort to try stop me. I recon I could've had her right wing then and right there, bent-grass over your own kitchen mesa, and she would've let me do whatever I wanted. What do you cogitate of that, my little pink princess, knowing I could've wanton had your wife ? But I couldn't bring myself to do it, Pinky, ‘ cos it would've been unfair on you, violating your wife on your own kitchen. Besides, I have no control condition over who comes and goes at your business firm. ideate if you walked in unexpected …. what an ugly scene that would've been. No, upright she comes here to me, Pinky, where she can feel safe and relaxed and be guaranteed of no interruptions. That's why I was a bad boy and I told her a secret …. something both you and I already know. I told her I'd seen you naked in the exhibitioner back in college, and that my manhood is three sentence your size. And when I pushed hard proof up against her sweet ass, it was fun watching her neck flush a bright red. But do you know what was even better, pinkie ? It was when her cute, small ass pushed me back. And now she's fully aware of my wildcat, she'll be just like you were in college, and want to know it shut down up and force. That's why I know she's gon na end up here like this chick, pinky, because I've ignited her primeval curiosity. It's gon na gnaw at her soul until one hot and hornlike day, she succumbs to that same foreboding curse word which kills cat. She'll semen to my door on some lame, phoney pretext, probably seeking to borrow some random kitchen token or other. But we'll both know what she's come for as she invites herself in, all dolled up like some flash, back-street hooker. We'll flirt and we'll prickteaser and I'll get her riled up, but then cue her she's a loyal, married woman. I'll say I know she's intrigued and I'm prepared to put on a show …. but solo while she sits back and watches. I'll promise to fully heat my beast to demonstrate its dimension, but the only thing she may touch is herself, and mustn't ever try to bear on me. Do you recall she'll fall for it, Pinky ? Masturbate herself in front of a convicted rapist, maybe even let him tie her cattle ranch bird of Jove ? I bet you'd like to see her fall into that little ambush, eh, my sweet lilliputian puffcake …. follow her defile herself as I stroke my big monster …. maybe allow me to tie her up. And you'd be right here, confined in these stock as you strain your neck to follow, with your pantie in your mouth and unable to sound off ? But that's never gon na find either, Pinky, not if she's there and you're here, ‘ cos her fortune will be in the hands of my bunch. I might ride her before they start, and maybe slide my monster in just once to coat it with her juices to made it all slippery, ugly wet. But that's to make it easy for me to slip it into your ass …. What do you reckon to that, pinkie, using your wife's juices as a lube for your ass, so my ogre can slide all the way in ? It'll be your reinforcement for letting my work party have your married woman while you're confined here and can only watch. That's got ta be the live thing ever, right ?"

I knew his vile words were almost certainly lies, although with Kevin I couldn't be sure. But when he stopped talking and I gathered my sentiency, to my shame I was fully erect.

"What do we have we here, my cucky pink milksop ? You seem to have liked what you heard."

He walked circle behind me and out of my perspective, and I knew not what to expect. Then an open matt hired man claimed my right on inner second joint, and started to slide slowly upwards. It continued its upgrade with unstoppable progress until it was pushing upwards between my legs, lifting me up onto my tip-toes. Then the thumb of this flat helping hand started probing at my sphincter, pushing hard until the thumb-tip had forced its way in. In my aroused state, this brazen lewd move served to seal my lot, ‘ cos when his other hand grasped my hard and straining shaft, my unhurt consistency convulsed as I bucked like a seesaw.

"tactile property safe, doesn't it, having someone else taking control ? But I don't have your pleasure in creative thinker now your ass and putz are all mine. I'm going to pump your miserable short weaner ‘ till your bollock are all drained and you can't perform for your wife. And when she sees you're ineffectual to rise up to the occasion, I'll expect that belt at my doorway. That's why I keep ties laying postponement on my bed. They're all component part of my personal service. And once she's in place with no way of escape, I can engender her however I please."

As he was speaking and working my shaft, my climax was steadily building. With his wedgie flat hand holding me in high spirits up on tip-toe, and with the tip of his ovolo jammed inside my ass, and my neck and wrist joint firmly locked into lieu, I couldn't escape his harsh, indurate pumping. But as his perverted mistreatment brought me secretive to climax, I shamefully didn't want him to stop.

Relentlessly he kept working my cock, whilst my branch were tensed and straightaway and fully outstretched as I held myself up on my tip-toes. Then, after I'd shamelessly bickering jets of semen onto the carpet, Kevin kept on pumping, undiscouraged I was spent, maliciously inflicting hot pain. My knock scanty gag distorted my plea, and although I"MMMmmmMMed"as loudly as I could, begging him to bar his cruel twisting, he kept on pumping, ignoring my upheaval, until my tool was red raw like flame. I bucked and squirmed even harder to try and bust spare when he started squeezing hard on my spent and burning-hot manhood.

"You won't be breeding your married woman's pussy tonight, not now I've emptied your tank."

But it wasn't my tank that would stop me this night. It was the red-raw hot sting from way too practically harsh use. He'd made certain my cock was now a limp peal of burning pain, and coition was now out of the question. But he then praised my efforts and my worthy carrying into action, and insisted I get my reward. He gently eased me from the confines of his atrocious wooden gismo, then allowed me to take my time as I dropped to my knees. He then cautiously extracted my cute pink panties from my dry, aching mouth, before throwing them to one position, before promptly replacing those step-in with his own engorged rooster. His burly big hand held me firmly in billet as he then took aid of his own carnal pauperism. I'd have to ask Debs to deal a rain-cheque again, because I didn't want to submit any fortune.

My cock was too sore, my back and stifle ached, and my tongue was a babe in waiting.

………………………………

When Debbie had told her doctor she was aching to have babe, the doc had prescribed some birth control pill which were designed to raise her ovulation. And in the death couple of months they'd been working only too well. Now, whenever she ovulates, it's like she gets blinded by lust and becomes a crazy, crazed cunt on heat energy. She'll blatantly and lewdly make me, desperate to get an shot of my man-seed for her fertile eggs. And now, with her Master of Education and her psychological yearning for a sister, I know if I soon don't serving her primal yearn, she could settle prey to Kevin's invention. And if she caves in to his sordid aim, she'll be sleepwalking into sex hell. She'll be drawn into a dark, downward coil, and end up in a sickening world where extreme point, carnal abuse is not only the accepted norm, but is welcome and fully expected. I know, because my demons and spineless resoluteness have shown me that world, and it takes a herculean movement to break free. And with his drooping bait and ruthless deceit, Kevin is a schoolmaster manipulator and recruiter. I'm terrified that if Debbie succumbs to his unscrupulous chicane, she's wind-up being one of his craven, pain-bitches. He's always had a endowment for finding latent dark fantasy, and he lives to exploit those of weak will. And if she's gets sucked into his world of heartless sex torment, then succumbs to each bout of his lecherous fucking, she too will find it almost impossible to break free.

And it's a universe devoid of sane and safe demarcation, because the Kevin I know doesn't have any.

………………………..

"You're back at stopping point. But in fact, just in sentence. How did things go round at Kevin's ?"

"We moved some furniture, and pulled thing about, and everything now seems where he wants it."

"Well I've had a long shower and resisted temptation, so it's all systems-go for tonight."

"flavour, honey,"I said, shamefaced and feeble,"I really am done in. The furniture was threatening and we moved it non-stop and my whole soundbox is aching all over, plus I think I've pulled a muscle in my spine. Kevin said he was running out of sentence and acted like a ruthless slave-driver."

Debbie clasped her hand like she was in prayer, and implored with her sexy blue eyes."I've been saving myself and I neeeed some action. You've got to break me something tonight."

"Ok, I'll try, but you'll have to be patient. I've had a intemperately and very tire evening."

… ...

acerate leaf to say I couldn't perform, thanks to my sting and exacting trial by ordeal. Debbie lay restless in her sexy, new nighty, annoyed that I'd rain-checked again. Then she suddenly and unexpectedly relaxed and became quite bubbly and chirpy, like her mode had changed in an instant.

"Tomorrow is Fri, my whole day off work, so I'm free to plume up some more light beam. I can put on my bikini for when Kevin comes round, so we can savour side-by-side in the sun. I can ask him to scare me with more spine-tingling stories about his gang and their brutal invasions. He's already told me they'd tie up the men, but not exactly what they'd do to the charwoman. He'd said his unit gang were cruel and demoralize, but I'll say I want to a greater extent of the particular. But with a drinking glass of red vino and the heat of the sun and his puckish, wild narration, I know I'll get all gummy and hot. It'll then be a pull to do all my chores, so I'll ask Kevin to give me a hand. He's such a safe neighbour, I'm sure he'll oblige, and do what needs to be done .…. I already know he likes washing the beauty and sploshing around in affectionate, sudsy H2O, because this good afternoon while I was in the kitchen washing up in the sink, he tried to constrict me to chip in it a go. He came up behind me and plagued for a bout, but I thought it was best that I should resist him. But he was rather spunky with his joking and teasing, and I had a hard time pushing him away. He's already told me that when he's here next he's gon na get his men on my soapy wet parazoan. You know I'm no compeer for his muscle-bound frame, and that he's a take-charge kinda guy. So if he gets his fingerbreadth in my hot lathery wash-tub, he'll start spatter and sploshing and horsing around until it's me who's all sudsy and wet. And maybe, just maybe, with his slippery soap antics, my two-piece might somehow slide off. And if his sploshing and splashing gets out of control, and somehow ends up like a Patrick White water rapid on our kitchen storey, my Hoover can give suck it up again after."

On ending her disturbing and shocking characterisation, she dismissed me with a bitter"Goodnight !"I lay silent and still as I mulled over my options, drifting towards a welcome deep sleep. And just as its blankness was dissolving my problem, I felt the bed twitching in a steadily, slow up rhythm.

………………..

When I awoke that Friday sunup, I really wanted to earphone into my workplace and apologize myself from attendance. But you know how it is when the boss has a deadline, so I reluctantly dragged myself in.

…………………

And when that same Friday work ended an 60 minutes later than rule, I slinked home like a broken and lost short puppy. As I walked through the door, Debbie sprang up to greet me, and her prickliness seemed to birth gone. She was quite sassy and saucy, with a glowing sparkle in her center, and gave me a lingering and warm, spongelike hug. Despite her affectionateness, I still felt dejected, and her words then further darkened my gloom.

"How was your day ?"she chirped, but didn't wait for an answer, as she kept chirping her chirpy petty song."Mine has been great, in fact quite fantastic, and I spent a lot more sentence out in the sun. This morning I did housework, then phoned up my Mom, then had a lovely brunch with my Friday TV max. Then Kevin came rhythm with 2 feeding bottle of wine, and we both laid out in the sun."

Despite her glow and the word ‘ howling ’, surprisingly I'd felt at ease inside my moody humour. But when she uttered ‘ two bottles of wine-colored ’, I slumped dejected into a consoling lounge-chair.

Debbie picked up on my obvious angst, and tried to soothe me with a sonant and Henry Sweet tone.

"Honestly darling, we only sunbathed and chatted and aught else happened, so hun, please don't look so glum."

"What did you end up talking about, then ?"I asked, then added, under my breathing spell, ‘ And please don't say about me.'

"We talked about all-sorts, but he sure likes talking about himself. He's told me much more about his life sentence behind bars, and the antics the inmates got up to. He said there were unlike classes, and he'd learned some new skills, and he's put them to financial honorable use. He said he'd watch wood-work from a top master-craftsman who'd taught him some interesting and utile trade-secrets. He said he loves designing stuff and he's construct some really bewitch appliance. He said they were grueling to describe, but he's promised he'll record me one day. He said there was also a guy who was into tattoos, and he's learnt all about tatt-art and tattooing. He said nigh of his own tatts he's done on himself, but he's done muckle of others on former people. He said he's spent a diminished chance getting all the best needles and ink-guns and pens ‘ cos he likes to do everything well. He said a orderly trick with an intricate figure without a stencil is to use an indelible-ink sharpie to get it just right, and so it won't wash off while he spends a few workweek needling it in. He seemed really excited as he explained it all, and he ducked back home plate and brought me a couple of his particular ink markers and insisted I give them a try. I said it sounds like fun and I was glad to accept, and said I'd experiment later. He also brought a catalogue of pattern for me to take a look, but I don't think I'll get a permanent tattoo. I could use one of his black-markers to draw and quarter a design I've had in judgement for a while, though, so maybe I'll give that a go later ”.

I still felt too low to entreat for further details. The wine had obviously gone to her header, and she'd already been chattering away far too much, and I certainly didn't want to hear another mention of the vino.

……………………………

We'd dined and washed up, and sat down to relax, and I told Debbie about me being Bo peek at the party. I told her the truth about it being Kevin's idea, because he had costumes from a old ‘ do ’. I also told her I'd been asked to use war paint, and she said I was receive to go ahead and use hers. She said I may as well expect sissy and girly, because just lately I hadn't been much of a man. I thought that was being a bit unfair, ( or maybe not ), and was about to offer up some kind of Defense Department when there was a sharp knock at the door.

"Hi, Kevin. I thought we'd done all we needed last night,"I said, as my bosom sank, knowing what he was surely going to say.

"Just a bit more, and it won't pack too long. I need a deal moving a cupboard."

I looked across at Debbie and she flicked her oral sex sideways with the motion of,"Go on, you'd better hop to it."

So once more I was alone with my bullying neighbour, anxiously expecting the rack up. As always, he stood close-fitting, improbable and imposing, and as common did all of the talking.

"I enjoyed being with your wife today, and she seemed to really love having me. But it's only fair I should reward the fun, so tonight the pleasure's all yours. Just like the three slight piggies in that unintelligent kid story, I'll separate you how it's gon na be. I'll suck and I'll suck, ‘ public treasury you've been fully blown down, then you can laugh as you gloat at my plight. If you fill my sassing with your manlike White person seed, I promise I'll swallow every dip. What do you conceive to that, my spicy pink slave, knowing I want to swallow your seed ?"

I knew his twit was a tissue of lie, and his words were just an illusion. A cruel, regorge mind-fuck before twisting it around into another of his degrading and sick biz. And so it should evidence as his arm reached down and his hand began rubbing at my privates, which then fatefully started to stir. It was my ruin as he asserted his condition, berating my wanton display. He exerted his revenue stamp as he cut me to size with give-and-take which were steeped in contempt.

"Ah, so you do want to defile me, you cheap little whore. You want me submit to your will ? fountainhead so be it, and tonight I will gift you your chance. But, my sweet-flavored Viola tricolor hortensis, it's a sometime only, so you'd skilful pray that null goes wrong."

Then with a cunning, dry grinning he looked into my eye as he sank to his knees at my invertebrate foot.

My brain was in turmoil as I held onto his gaze, looked down at his menacing glare. Kevin then reached up and unbuckled my belt before pulling down my trousers and athletic supporter. I lifted my ft as he eased my apparel free, then coolly tossed them aside. As I reset my stance, relieved that he was still kneeling, he reached up and placed his hands on each of my butt-cheeks. He then guided my private parts to a mere inch from his face, and licked his tongue the entire width of his lips …….

I knew he was playing some fed up, twisted game which was sure to end in my defilement. As I considered with dread what could be the outcome, my cock reverted to being droopy and flaccid.

"Just what I thought, my cucky, weak neighbour. I knew you were LE than a man. Even less than a wimp, more like a girl with a penis, and you deserve what I'm gon na do next."

And with that foreboding statement I froze in dark revulsion as he produced an ill and daunting tool batting cage. His fingerbreadth worked deftly, determined and swift, as he encased my sad and hitch weeny.

"I don't want you seeding your fertile hot wife. That job is now down to my crew. It's only when you come to my party, which is now guaranteed, that your short weenie will be freed from its cage."

Then he stood upright and unbuckled his belt ammunition and slid down his own trousers and athletic supporter. He put one hired man on top of my head whilst the other made a snap with his fingers. I gulped in despair as I then took my property, on my genu at the substructure of my master.



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When I got home, Debbie was already in bed, and from the afternoon wine seemed to be in deep sopor. I glanced at the clock and saw it was way after midnight, and was glad she'd given up waiting. There was no possible way I could've explained my John Cage, and her slumber let me off a barbed hook.

…………………..

SATURDAY

As the morning light filtered through the drape I was thankful it was Saturday and not a work-day. I gently eased out of bed without disturbing a still sleeping Debbie, despairing not to let her see my encasement. I then managed to avoid her until we were fully dressed and gear up to go do our usual Saturday aurora trip to the plaza.

following Debbie's lead, we trudged from one babe boutique to the succeeding, until eventually, finally, we purchased several pocketbook of foodstuff and a take-out before making our way back to our home. But no sooner had we staggered in through the front door with the shopping when I had to work around to answer the knocking.

"Hi, Kevin, I didn't expect to see you. What is it you're after ?"

"I'm sorry to be a pain in the ass,"he said with wry humour,"but I'd like to take up your married woman. It's just for a mo, I won't keep her longsighted, but I'd like her female opinion."

So I was alone with the aroma of take-out filling the kitchen as I anxiously paced, knowing Kevin had Debbie inside his abode. But I was greatly relieved when soon she returned, and seemed in a very practiced humour.

"Kevin has shown me around his prissy nursing home, and what he has planned for the party. I didn't know you'd set up a level, equipped with strobe luminousness and big mirrors. He said they were props for an erotic side-show and a hired stripper, but he was annoyed that she's had to back out. He said the job paid exceedingly well, and could I please, delight aid him get out of his dilemma. I don't know why, but I've agreed to fill in. I know I shouldn't have accepted, but he offered this bundle of cash."

And with that incredulous statement, she showed me the cognitive content of a big, brown-paper bag which was half-full of scrunched up 20's and 50's.

I was fully stunned that Debbie had agreed to be the party-girl exotic dancer, despite the exorbitant motivator. She then shocked me by stating she could sure use the money, and I countered with,"I thought I gave you enough ”.

But I was horrified when her middle glazed over and she stared off into a vacant, midway length and breathed"But Kevin's got more …. much, much Thomas More ”.

She then suddenly snapped out of her impromptu muse, and said not to interest because under her cop costume she'd have her bikini, and she wouldn't be taking it off. But I knew which bikini, because she only had one, and it was skimpy and held together with strand.

She then proceeded to explain that Kevin's work party were expecting to let a stripper well, and he was anxious not to misplace face. She said he almost begged her to do it, and said he'd didn't creative thinker if it was a bit tame, like a modest and old fashioned peep-show. She said he'd then grabbed her by the shoulders and exclaimed, ( and I give an almost word for word citation ) … : -

"Yes, that's it, that's it. The key to having a serious show is knowing how to promote it ….. say ‘ Welcome, gents, welcome, roll up for the display, my very own tame little peep show'”.

Then he'd told her the invitee would be happy if she just stripped down her two-piece, and perhaps give them a tame little peep as the grand finale. He'd said she'd be quite dependable if she was only a tease, and did naught outrageous to cod them. But she said Kevin had warned her his crew would go wild if they were provoked, and that if they started to hackle, then just to disregard them and don't do anything to try to out-dare them. He'd said if she just stripped down to her skimpy bikini and perhaps declare oneself them a tame little peep, everything would work out just fine. She said he'd stressed that if she got too daring and provocative his gang might get inflamed, and he'd already told her lurid and graphic stories about the ugly things they'd do to any hot fair sex who unwittingly fell into their hands.

…………………..

We started to get prepare, and after my shower I put on a bathrobe and furtively sneaked back to our bedchamber. Debbie then went off to take her rain shower while I reluctantly dressed as Bo cheep. I had to get my costume out of its box, but Debbie's was already laid out on the bed in precise parliamentary law. Her police uniform was there, along with its hat and truncheon, and the handcuffs and a small-scale set key fruit. Then laying adjacent and neatly set out was her delicate, goody string Bikini. I thought I was loony, but I had to depend twice when I saw something odd with the strings. On secretive inspection they'd surely been extended ‘ cos they seemed much foresightful than before. I then was distracted by the loud hollering of engine, the same roaring I'd heard all good afternoon. I looked out the window to check on the rumble, and was suddenly struck numbly frosty. I almost choked at the sight in our street, which now contained a truly extraordinary aggregation. Our tree-lined backwater in sleepy suburbia was now a sea of parked-up chrome Harleys. I started to count, but my mind turned to mush when the identification number got up around twenty. I shook myself resign from my mesmerised stupor to complete my Bo Peep transformation. After I'd finished getting dressed up, and with my clandestine cage safely hidden under swathes of frilly bell-dress, I needed to put on some make-up. I'd been told to congratulate my curly blond wig with ruby red lips and drab eye-shadow. I went to get Debbie's bag of physical composition which she keeps in the privy, and happened to walk in as she was stepping out from the shower. I hadn't seen her au naturel for a couple of week, and when she flashed me full-frontal I was shocked when my prying centre zoomed in. She'd always kept a neatly trimmed Bush, which she said was her sweet, sacred garden, and despite my occasional timid requests, she'd always kept it quite boozer, insisting it ensured her decorum. But her well-tended pasture was now unsheathed, smooth and White, and apparently being used as a billboard. Two password were written clearly in thick black-ink pen, in lieu of her now clean-shaven pubic bone. And if those Holy Scripture were revealed as her striptease closing curtain, there's no telling at what human action may then bechance. That carte-blanche notation, written sheer, black and neat, would surely invite persecution. And to my dark ignominy as I read the in***********ion, I felt a flurry in my John Milton Cage Jr.. Our middle met for the brief of present moment, but we exchanged not one single word. She swished a towel around her and raced back to the sleeping room, as I stood frozen in dumbfounded mix-up. Were those words intended for me, and having seen them, should I now quickly go watch over ? But my clandestine labor killed off the option, so I started applying my make-up. By the prison term I'd finished and went back to the sleeping accommodation, Debbie was all dressed and looked like a police-woman. She looked at me coolly, straight eye to eye, and said,"Well, I think I'm just about ready."

I looked her straight back and said in a hoarse whisper,"Yes, I think I am too."

What else could I say ?

As we headed off towards our front door, her pubic notice was swirling around my brain.

My married woman was about to strip down to a skimpy, long-string bikini in front of Kevin and his gang of groundless bikers. And if those two words ever came into their sentiment ………

And as my perplex haze began to clear, it clicked where I'd heard them spoken before. It's what Kevin had said SHOULD have be written on the barefaced sex of the skirt he had tied in his bedroom.

But then I shamefully recalled several eld prior when I'd also heard those very like dustup. It's what Kevin had cruelly forced me to say, one nighttime when we were way back in college.

And now they're emblazoned as bold as could be, in black pen on the sex of my wife.

Had she also, somehow, been forced to abide by, or had she deliberately placed herself in grave peril ?

I wasn't sure, but one thing was authorise. She was using the precise same two words which had sealed my circumstances, one night when I was with Kevin in college …. and tonight could end the same way.

I closed my centre and shuddered with goose-bumps as I recalled the vision of seeing my wife stepping out of the shower with those two little words written in heavy, bold, black letters on her white and clean-shaven sex.



I re-read the words … ...

RAPE ME



THE REALIZATION AND REVELATION

We locked our front room access behind us, and when Debbie, now dressed as a police-woman with her skimpy, long-string two-piece underneath, and myself, now dressed as Bo Peep in wig and wide composition, reached the ingress to Kevin's driveway, I had a sudden rush of descent to my read/write head. I grabbed the sleeve of her costume, causing her to stop in her runway, and we stood square up eye-to-eye as I spoke : -

"I saw what you've got written on …. you know …. down there ….. and I think this whole set-up is too risky."

"Why, what are you worried about ?"Debbie replied, like she hadn't a care in the world.

"It's because I love you and I'm not sure I trust Kevin …. I don't want anything bad to happen, so I think we just ought to go home."

"And what exactly do you remember might happen ?"Debbie asked, almost as a taunting, and definitely in a challenging, scratchy tone I'd never heard her use before.

"Well, you know, down there, what you've got written. It might be that ….."I stated, it being obvious what I meant.

"So ?"Debbie snapped back, as she twitched her sleeve to pull the framework absolve from my grasp."It doesn't really matter now, does it ?"

"Why, what do you mean…'So'? What are you talking about ?"I asked, unnerved by her crude smell and unsure where this was going.

"I'm saying, it's a bit late."Debbie said, still cool off and off hand.

"It's never too late. I still don't know what you mean."

"You want me to import it out ? …. That occupation been done."declared Debbie, like she didn't care.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying ? That you've been …. ?"I asked, panicking now, but also flinching from a unretentive, sharp shock inside my cock-cage when Debbie cut my question short with slight but definite nods of her header.

"When ?"I added in a croak.

"About six month ago."

"Excuse me ?"I blurted, incredulous, as she affirmed her catastrophic Revelation of Saint John the Divine with determinate timing, but which had also caused another sharp jab inside my cage."Where ? …. How ?"

"That time I stayed over at Angie's …. I had too many margaritas,"Debbie admitted straight out without emotion.

"And it was ….. like …. he forced you, right ?"

Unnervingly, Debbie just shrugged her shoulders.

"Who was it ? Did you account it ? Why didn't you tell me ?"I spilt out.

"And then what ? You write a stern letter ?"she scoffed, as I winced at her hurtful, low blow.

"But you did report it ?"I asked, still shocked and incredulous.

"Nope,"Debbie answered, nonchalant, like it didn't seem to matter.

"Why not ? Did you know the guy ?"

"I didn't at the metre, no, not really."

"What do you have in mind, at the metre not really ?"not understanding where all this was coming from.

"Angie knew him, and she'd told me all about him …. but I didn't believe ….. expect ….."her words trailing away as she seemed to become distracted and wistful.

"But he did force you, though, right ?"

Again, to my dismay, Debbie just shrugged her shoulder joint, as I recalled her ‘ stay over'at Angie's had been for four nights.

I took a deep breather to steel my emotions before I asked the following question, having realised what her shrug may have got actually meant : -



"And have you seen him since …. I mean, has he ….. you …… ?"I started, but trailed away. She knew what I was asking.

"Not since that weekend, no ….. he's been away … was back in jail,"Debbie said.

"Oh,"was my lacuna answer, but then realised the connotation of her wording, and added,"But he's out now, yes ?"

"Yes,"she admitted flatly.

"And do you live where he is, what he's doing ?"I asked, as I simultaneously realised that the yoke of acutely jolt inside my cock-cage had morphed into an overarching, terrible ache.

"If you want to know the the true ….. even you do,"she stated, and despite this cryptic new information, I still hadn't grasped the handle of this monolithic riddle she was unveiling.

"How would I make out where he is ? ….. Do I know him ?"The riddle now starting to fry scars of my brain.

"That time at Angie's, after he'd …. we ….. you know … afterwards ….. we got talking, and ….."

"You talked ?"now realising they were more comfortable together than I'd inaugural assumed.

"fountainhead, yeah,"she stated, as if it was obvious they would've had a conversation ‘ after ’.

"Go on,"I conceded.

"Well, we got talking, and, you know, certain things fell into place."

"And you see him now ? …. You've got together ?"I asked, the dim ache inside my cock-cage becoming decidedly painful.

Debbie gazed deep into my eyes for several long seconds …. analysing ….. scrutinizing …. then took a mystifying, long breathing place before she spoke,"Not long after he got out, following door came up for rent, so I rang him …. and he went and got it and moved in."

"Oh my God,"I blurted out flashy, mainly at myself in shocked actualization,"And he's been calling round to see you every day …. so has he … have you…. ?"I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

"Every afternoon this hebdomad …. and almost of yesterday dawning,"she said straight out.

"Oh, jeez,"I squawked, as I flung my weapon and turned away so as not to face her, assuming everything I thought solid was now lost. But within a millisecond of hearing this new information I'd already started to bring together the dots, and some really uncanny coincidences were now starting to make signified. But that didn't explain the excruciating painfulness inside my cock-cage, which was almost bringing bout to my eyes. I then turned back around to face her …. reassuring myself she was still in one opus and seemed whole.

"But it wasn't, you know …… ? He didn't force you or anguish you ?"I had to ask.

"What do you deal, you weren't there,"she threw back, then took a few dense, deep breathing spell before adding,"You know what he's like …. take a shot."

"But we can put this behind us, right here and right now … ... lets turn around and go home …. begin anew."I offered, my inappropriate nuisance slightly abating.

She again stared into my soul for an unnervingly hanker instant, then hammered another cuckold nail into my coffin : -

"He called his gang in special, you know, to celebrate his homecoming …. render them a treat …. and that treat, my beloved husband, is gon na be me."

Her eyes then flared a defiant flare …. then continued to stare me down. I felt myself take a mystifying, reflex draft under her oppressive gaze, and after several long, tense bit, and as the word,"But ….."was weakly coming out of my backtalk, she added : -

"…. and you too, if you want ……….. So are you coming with me or what ?"

She then turned on her bounder and strode up the long drive ….. and not once did she break to glance back.



……

When she reached Kevin's doorstep with me five step behind, I called her epithet and she spun around to face me with a,"What ?"

"But your ovulation …. I mean …. I don't want ……"

"Oh, yeah, about that,"she acknowledged, as she started fishing with her fingers inside her uniform's top pocket, then producing a petty key dangling from a dainty footling chain,"That's not really your job now, is it ?"she proclaimed, before returning my liberation into her pocket.

She then turned to face the threshold and jabbed her finger into the bell-push ….

……. which caused me agony in oh, so many sweet way …….

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