After all, looking hangdog, contrite and miserable hadn't worked so far.Then Sheila and Julie decided that it was time to go down to the pub for a qui...k beer; but my period of sexual torture wasn't finished - although they were of course fully dressed again, I was sandwiched between them on a bench seat, and one or other of the girls kept touching me provocatively under the table, to keep Gustav excited. By the time we got back to the flat, I'd had a raging stiffie for a good hour, and I was. “If she hasn’t already then I suggest you try asking that question to your wife.”“She has already kind of explained,” he admitted. “I just wanted to get another perspective on them that’s all.”Her hand moved to his groin. “Well let me put it this way,” she answered quietly. “I’ve slept with quite a few guys of all shapes and sizes, and when I climbed into bed with Bradley that first time his size scared the hell of me, but he was very gentle. Not only that, he probably gave me more orgasms that. For the past two years, all you’ve been is a long distance fantasy. I arrive at the hotel, which is right on the beach. The warm ocean breeze is blowing softly. It’s a perfect day. I saunter into the bar, wearing a straight black skirt, heels, and a tight red t-shirt. I can see you sitting at the very back of the room in a large circular booth, watching me as I walk towards you, both of us smiling. I sit down, you move in close to me. Just then the waiter walks up and sets my favorite drink. Everybody knew that Erica was an even worse gossip hound than Miranda, and someone - she couldn’t exactly recall who - had once joked that Erica would win the national bodybuilding competition if she gained a gram of muscle for every hour of gossip she traded. "Pray tell, what did Erica say?"Miranda leaned towards her, her eyes wide and told her in a half whisper, "She’s a delinquent. That’s what she said. Was expelled from three schools over the last year."Helen raised her eyebrow..