Something BetterChapter 2 Monday Evening
The evening meal was a quiet affair. Jeremy was bathed and clean and feeling less pain from his bruises. He sat, dog-collared and rosy-cheeked, at the head of the table. Pip and Byron, also well scrubbed and fully dressed sat either side of him. Mary had laid the table, made a salad and cooked, then served, a ham omelette. After that she sat opposite her husband and toyed listlessly with her food. She was wearing only an apron and her high heeled shoes. Her brown-nippled tits bobbed softly...