She moaned and pressed her tits against the window. I continued to pound her hard and we both collapsed on the floor. ‘God, that was great. But what...if someone was working and saw us?’ she again asked. ‘I don’t know. But I do know that tomorrow is a work day and there will probably be someone working late tomorrow night. We can just do it again and see what happens,’ I replied. At that she squirmed and made little noises. ‘I couldn’t,’ she protested.’ I would be so embarrassed if someone saw. After seeing her in that dress, I wanted to fuck her so badly. I couldn’t control myself and I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of her. So I inserted right hand inside my pocket and covered my bulge with a shopping bag. But she noticed my bulge and laughed again loudly. This time I blushed and told her to stop. She said, “Someone is coming out of shell”. I said, “It’s all because of you”.She replied, “I know,” with a wink and then she dumped all her clothes. She said that her husband. This chat continued for weeks. One day he asked for my full picture. I told no. He begged.Without understanding the seriousness I sent !! I knew he ll shag hard that night. From that day on-wards he told he is loving me. He wanted me to chat with him all time. That one day came to change my fate.He asked for a meet or coffee. I told I can’t and he can be my online friend. He was so stubborn. He told he wanted to enjoy me once. I said I am married and I can’t cheat my husband. He said, “hey. ??Very good, slut-slave. Do you see, dirt-bag, do you see what a foul degenerate this slut-slave is. She's good for nothing, nothing at all.? Mistress said. ?But you're just as bad, aren't you, dirt-bag.? Mistress continued. ?Your cunt drips with need as well. You're just the same, just as horny. Now, slut-slave,? Mistress turned her attention back to Angela. ?Why don't you find out just how much dirt-bag's cunt is dripping with her foul juices.?This tirade of invective, this torrent of abuse,.