. After that, they had placed me in bondage, my eyes blindfolded and my mouth covered by a piece of cloth. My dress was tumbled down around my shoulde...s, baring my graceful ass cheeks…And that black guy Tommy was furious…. Because my husband was not answering his phone.Drawing off his leather belt, Tommy was about to whip me, and he ordered one of his mates to hold my shoulders down. But then he had a better idea.The sudden touch of his strong hands on my buttocks made my whole body jerk. Soon. “Oh, we do. But it is not the same for both of us. I think you feel that you need me, whereas I feel that I enjoy you. That is not far from the truth, since I have saved your financial bacon with this job, and the modelling, whereas you have saved me from a chore I was perfectly capable of doing myself. The sex is, I grant you, mutually enjoyable, but you could do that with your husband and I could find another partner if I really tried,” David suggested.She started to cry quietly, but after a. I can't remember how many times, but we did it and it was fantastic and I'm so sorry, but I couldn't resist."And, of course, she started crying.Well, that fucked up things good and proper, let me tell you. My not-so-carefully planned speech about responsibility and self control never got past my lips. Meanwhile Ashley and Emma went through various stages that included empathy for their crying friend, which involved hugging her, and anger at the same friend for violating the terms of the. And now he was standing in front of my bed, holding his gray shirt that I was sniffing that time, when playing with myself. I put it under my pillows then and completely forgot about it. No wonder I have been having wet dreams more often than usual, with his body smell so close to mine.But now I was busted, I had no clue how to explain this. Here came the inevitable question:-What is my shirt doing under your pillow?-I don’t know how it got there.He was looking at me persistently with squinting.