With his right hand he drew her sobbing face against his chest. Caressing her back he comforted her, "Don't cry, Cindy. Please." I'm sorry, Sir." She ...obbed more violently now, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her big breasts pressed tightly against his chest. She felt his bulge press against her lower body."It's okay, don't cry." But she continued to cry, sobbing heavily."All right, cry all you want but you'll soil my shirt with your tears. Let me remove my shirt."He removed his tie and shirt. ' He never passed on an opportunity to find sex, regardless of whether the girl was on the rebound or otherwise had her guard down. I said I thought it was pretty serious.It occurred to me after our conversation that I didn't know what Kendall had said to discourage Wes from pursuing her until I was publically available. That confirmed that Kendall being gone over the weekend was a good thing. I needed to get my story straight with her so I didn't contradict whatever she'd told Wes.I managed to. Upstairs she goes to the bathroom. She washes quickly and brushes her teeth. He’s already smiling at her from beneath the covers when she enters the bedroom and it’s a welcome sight she thinks because she doesn’t much like to sleep alone. She pulls her dress over her head and even in the poorly lit room she feels his eyes on her, his keen eyes taking in her curves. “I don’t think you realise how beautiful you are” he tells her and she kisses him on the mouth. “And you’re so fucking hot in bed”. ” “Yes, Sir. But there are two conditions, Sir. First, please don’t use your belt. That would remind me too much of my father punishing me.” “Okay, I will use my hand. And the second?” “I want Meredith to stay and watch. I do not want to be alone.” I looked over at Meredith, and the look I got back was curious. There was a hint of a gleam in her eye. “Well?” I asked. And she agreed. Erica walked over to the desk and assumed the same penitential position that her mate had. I was about to pick up.