To tell you the truth I wasn'tcrying because I hurt, but from an enormous emotional release. Somethinghad broken inside me and I just let it all flood...out.Fiona had left my wrists bound so I couldn't even get up and I lay thereas the sobs began to dwindle and diminish. She walked round so I couldsee her and she squatted down and looked at me steadily. I cringed andtried to move away, expecting another torrent of abuse."Hey there," she whispered almost tenderly. "It's not so bad. You'llfeel. “Oh come on, have more,” she said, slapping me on theshoulder. I raised the glass and touched it to my lipsagain, and as I tilted my head back she took my hand andstarted to pour, making my mouth fill quickly with wineto the point where I had to pull my face away as somespilled down my cheeks, and I swallowed a massivemouthful of the stuff as she burst out laughing.Taking it away, she raised the glass to her mouth andwith a wink, swigged the rest of it. Placing her hand onmy arm,. Monica could not bear the pleasure and I could feel her pussy. It was soft, juicy, throbbing, and warm. She asked me to stroke. I had my own style. I give 2 short strokes and one long stroke.We were in a missionary position which I love because we can look into each other and fuck. I fucked her at a slow pace for half an hour and we were all sweaty and still making out. I did it slowly to last long and we can hold our pace. She had 2 orgasms by then.Monica wanted me to go faster. I started and. He had always been hers and now she had to share. Besides, the woman was so much older than he is. She is old enough to be his mother, for God's sake, she thought.It didn't take a genius to tell that Kathy was jealous. Kevin knew it by the way she was acting toward him. She wasn't being mean to him. On the contrary, she was being very nice. She fixed him his favorite dinner on Thursday night and asked if he wanted to get a movie and watch it with her on Friday night.The disappointment on her.