"Are you afraid?"Her eyes told him before she could speak. "Yes," she whispered."I could untie you, set you free. Your husband is waiting."She shook h...r head without hesitation, as if to chase away any chance of retreat. "No!" - another whisper, but one more forceful.The tip of the needle arrived at her breast, stopping at the edge of the bright pink areola. With a quick stabbing motion, he tapped the point repeatedly over the sensitive skin. She gasped, then began to moan quietly as the needle. ..Richard... Has he left me? What if he has? WHAT AM I GOING TO DOWITHOUT HIM?Panicked, I run down the hall."Morgen?" I ask, opening her door a crack."In here!"I enter Morgen's room, feeling distraught. Morgen holds out her arms.She's wearing just a night shirt and panties. I join her in bed andclutch her fiercely, shaking with fright, on the edge of breaking intoa million pieces."Kelly? What's the matter! Kelly?" I... I..." my words come out gasping."Did something happen last night... with my. "That feels amazing baby," he said. "You're so tense sweetie, someone has been working to hard," I said. I then leaned in and kissed the side of his neck. He then turned his head toward me and gave me a kiss. He tried to keep working but was getting into my massage that he found it hard to concentrate. "Oh babe that feels to good! I'm never going to get this done if you keep doing this!" "Then just take a little break babe," I said with a wink. "I don't know honey, I don't have much time to. At first, we were almost delirious with lust and guilt - slightly more lust on Becky's part, slightly more guilt on mine. The most innocent remark, the most casual contact with Lucy, would be enough to get our hearts pounding. To this day, I can't remember how many times we screwed each other over the next week or so, but it was enough to make Becky walk like a cowboy by the time we'd finished.Gradually, though, the memory of our incestuous fantasy began to fade. I had no idea what Becky's.