We didn't communicate all that day yet my mind was constantly on the events of that evening: Was she going to meet her lover? What were they going to ...o? What was it going to be like when she got home? Did she suspect that I knew?At around 7:00, I headed home to an empty house, as I expected. There was a note on the fridge:"Dinner's in here, microwave for 3 mins. I'll call you if I need a ride, otherwise, don't feel a need to wait up. Love you."I made a drink and ate my dinner. I watched a. It’s me once more. Your pussy’s on fire now, wetter than ever, and you wriggle in your seat, trying to press the little vibe firmly against your clit. Again, silently, I end the call. You are starting to get frustrated, needing to cum. Not yet though, as your train is pulling in to the station now. Still breathless, you look around the carriage, checking the nearest door. Suddenly, your phone, vibe, and clit burst into life once more, as I call you again! People are starting to move towards the. I nodded and then looked back to the monitor of Abigail, not trusting myself to make a verbal comment. Fateen was right, I thought. My discipline does serve me well, well enough to hide a disgust that was without boundary."I'm ready for you to key in your final approval sir." The Priest then laughed again. "Last chance to change your mind! It's the easy road out sir. With her flags, divorcing her would tie you up with an execution council for a month!" Keying it in now..." Confirmed. I'm keying. Although still gentle in its application, it is the location that causes the discomfort. My fanny. Two hits and I am not a fan. It gets the bone. It feels like a waxing removal sensation. I think, I will endure this but tell him later, I don’t like that. A familiar friend pops in. His fingers begin to temper my stinging flesh with a warm afterglow of familiarity. I like being fingered. First, in a probing searching gentleness and then the manly thrust of lust. It makes me purr and moan and ache.