She felt dry and almost robotic; she stopped and closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that Sir. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”“For what? ...hat is it that you think that you have done wrong?”“Spitting it, that, you, out. I shouldn’t have run off like that. I don’t want you to think that you make me sick. You don’t, it’s just that ... well ... I wasn’t sure and I got carried away and anyway, I didn’t actually spit.” She struggled to explain and realised He was laughing.“Kaz, that was a. But things are starting to get back to normal. The sky"s opened up and our schedules synced up for a window of opportunity this morning,neither one of us could host but we did have some time to get together,I must interject that we have a sort of sissy bucket list that we want to work through what happened this morning is ,or was on that list. We met at the gym ,and he jumped into my truck, i'd talked him into doing something that I haven't done since I was a teenager, having sex in the back. “It’s a little up to you but Ken likes to watch, close up, but don’t worry he won’t touch you. You and I can do what we please, in whatever positions we please as long as you blow your load into me.”Simple, just like a physics exam, was the strange thought that came to my mind. Ken lifted her top off and she was naked not half a metre in front of me. My fingers found her pussy and started to play. Karen thrilled on my fingers like she had done on Tuesday evening. And Wednesday morning. Ken’s. So, the day before he was to meet with Mr. Lee, she told him to leave by sunrise and never return. I remember as we were doing the beer and sampler thing. I remember she was still bruised from his attack. She didn’t even look my way, it was like I was invisible.I remember hearing the dark tone of her voice, the dark color of her eyes, and how fucking scared I was, especially after what had happened between me and Grace. But see, I only broke Grace’s heart, I never physically assaulted her. I.