- I make a point, honey. Make company for them while I wash the dishes. Feel free - I replied.And I went to the kitchen. I washed the dishes quickly a...d then hid behind the door to spy. They were already early in the fun. My wife was kneeling on the floor sucking the cock of the two males.- Suck more bitch - said the son of our neighbor.I was very happy seeing my wife satisfying those males in our room, like a good bitch should do. I felt proud to have that bitch as a woman. Suddenly she kept. I smiled as I saw my power over her working.She must really have wanted something from Carl, I could see through herbody language that she was laying it on thick. Carl blushed and spokewith her, his eyes having a hard time not looking her straight in thecleavage. The more she spoke and flirted the more the effect went towork.Her dark hair didn't seem so fine anymore, the sheen slowly gave way to adrab static black. Her hair mass itself even separated so individualhairs were easily identifiable. "She looks at you, confused, wondering why your shaft isn't buried inside her yet."...it's not really rape if you ask for it, is it?"Her brows knit together as she tries to process your statement through the haze of arousal."I... but... I... I mean, I want... I just want you to-" See, that's exactly what I'm talking abot." A wicked grin spreads across your face. "If you want it, it's clearly not rape."You pull yourself away from her. Begrudgingly, you'll admit... but this will take some. But 45 years is a long time to pass for a drama which played out to a very different world and time. What if the new angles the writers had given it didn't live up to the hype of an older art?Olivia need not worry. The old folks in the audience would see what they remembered. The younger crowd would be there to see a line of naked young men and women. And that thought brought her back to her main worry, her naked body in all its floodlit glory on display for all the world, live, naked and.