Michael was crying when Paula carried him in the front door. Jane’s husband, Walt, was staring at the TV and called out, ‘Jane, Ronnie is crying.�...� Walt’s voice made Michael cry even louder, but Walt did not notice. ‘Bring Michael in here,’ Jane directed Paula to a quieter room where she might be able to get him back to sleep. Walt returned to his TV stupor. Paula laid Michael on the sofa and Jane whispered, ‘How about a glass of wine?’ Paula nodded. Jane left and came back with a bottle of wine. Standing in front of the mirror, naked, I examine myself. There are welts on my thighs where her nails sank into my skin as I held her down, and my cock is still swollen, balls tight at the base of my cock. I feel myself stirring again as my mind wanders to and fro in the past few hours.I walk to her, lounging in the armchair, and stop very close in front of her. She’s leaning her head back, her eyes half closed as she looks up at me. Her makeup is a fuzzy mess, her dark eyeshadow smudged mess. More

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