I wanted her, i wanted so much more of her. I had been in this same position in Hubby's arms so recently, but it was so different. I wanted her, i wan...ed so much more. I knew what i had been doing was so very, very, wrong.She and i were equals not like i was with Hubby. He was my Master, she was my friend. We talked about Hubby. I told her this was wrong, so very wrong, but i was so greedy. I wanted so much more, i thought i could have it all. I was living a double life. I had to make it stop.. They returned to the table and Framcis smiled at Martin and said that he was happy to be with such handsome men. Then he touched Peter's thigh and whispered in his ear that he was ready to go with the two hot mature men. The couple was staying at an expensive hotel not far from the club. As they walked to the hotel with a handsome man on each arm Francis was thrilled and smiled brightly at any other people they passed. He walked with his girly gait thinking about what may happen when they got. And I could also now feel the hand holding mine.Finally my eyelids rose. The sunlight coming in through the window wasn't that bright, but it was still intense enough to make me squint for a few moments while my irises constricted and my vision adjusted. Turning toward the source of the hand holding mine, I noticed the fuzzy outline of someone's head before me. As the seconds passed, I identified blonde hair, pale skin, and sky blue eyes. And then all at once, the image focused and revealed her. “Oh, there now, baby,” Miss Lendberg soothed in a calming voice. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear. It’s just us two girls here, and the forest has a strange effect. Come now, quit your crying. I understand.”Her soft voice served to ease my fears. Still sniffling, I raised my eyes and beheld the dreaded Witch of Westmoor up close for the first time. The rumors run amok had done her quite a disservice. She was a young, pretty woman with a slim, envious figure. She wore a simple.