Were you gonna tell me about this?" Um, yes. Not the details..." Trish approached Bobby diffidently."I guess you'll have to be good now, huh?" Yes..."...Trish's answer was tentative; was Bobby serious?"Everybody get dressed and let's get out of here," Randy directed. Turning to Trish, he added, "What your momma doesn't know won't hurt her -- understand?" Yes, Randy."Wanda, pink-faced, panting and disheveled, staggered off the dance machine where she'd been competing, doing the complicated steps,. Not that I know, of course. ;-)The small digital display on the lower-right corner of my monitor read 1:13 a.m., and once again, I sat in front of my computer on a mission. I live in a rural part of NorthEast Texas, and it is my job to edit the stories submitted to a popular sex story website. Of course, living in the Central time zone, and having the server sitting somewhere in the Eastern time zone, this gave me approximately 2 hours after Midnight to have the stories posted for the next. Starting to push myself up off the table, I opened my eyes to see that he was naked too. He pushed me back down on to the table, "Stay there bitch, I want to get a good look at you." I watched him as best I could. He was looking me over, "Gloria, Gloria, you're a little whore aren't you?" All I could do was nod in agreement. I wanted to please him so much, I would have agreed to anything he had to say."I always knew it, and you got the nicest ass." He then gave my ass a really hard slap. It. I think he wanted to, but I told him that if he mentioned anything, I’d hang up and call Angela to keep in touch. I figured she might be capable of resisting temptation.”I nodded.“I almost hired an investigator to try to find you,” I said. “She convinced me not to.”“I probably wouldn’t have been hard to find,” she admitted. “I hadn’t stopped using my bank accounts or credit cards.” She was silent for a minute. “So, when you came into the suite ... does it ... I mean, did you get overwhelmed by.