I braced myself for more verbal abuse but thenI realized she wasn't addressing me. "You pit sister against sister becauseof your heinous crime and you...were too cowardly to confess when it wouldhave made a difference. That...that was the most horrendous story I've everheard. I apologize for doubting you, Boris. I'll make it up to you in someway. Stand up! Stand up, I say and meet your fate." Hot dog!" I cried. "Stand up, Billy. Stand up and take it like a man.She's really gonna do it. Natasha's. We’re over.”Women used to break up with him, not the other way around. This was new. And frigging hard.“What?” the guy stammered and recoiled as if he had been slapped.Carter’s fingers squeezed to keep him in place.“I thought I could play this game. I thought that it was enough to mistreat you and you would go away. But it’s not okay. It’s not okay at all. And it’s not fair.”Simon was looking at him, chewing his bottom lip and frowning, like he was trying to make sense of the guy.“I ... I could. 'I have my hand on the roof as the car starts to bounce gently, the rhythmic motion clearly indicating he is fucking her, so I walk around the car to be met with his fat white bum bouncing up and down on her.I walk past him and open the passenger door and clamber in. 'She's married you know', as I look between the seats at my girlfriends face, she's not out of it, just screwed-up as she is being humped, then, suddenly he finishes as quickly as he started, and get off of her and throws her legs. That´s how it all started, I had picked out a sexy red pair and slipped them on. The feeling of having the thong bit riding tight up the crack of my ass had been such a wonderful feeling that I just couldn´t stop. Before she was due home, I would always end up masturbating, as the feeling was so intense. Since our divorce though I had had to go out and get my own panties to carry on my secret fetish. I was too embarrassed to walk up to the checkout and buy some, so had started to go in lingerie.