It would have been useless to argue with her. Monica knew me well enough to know the truth. The truth was, summer was long gone, and we hadn't seen ea...h other for months. I'd been so busy in December I hadn't come home for Christmas, and by the time I was able to visit I was already seeing someone else. It wasn't serious, but I was guilty all the same. "Listen," said Monica, easing against my side and laying her hand on my chest, "this is just us saying hello."I laughed. I couldn't help it.. He would check out her lovely shaped buttocks in her tight yoga pants, stand behind her and start pleasuring himself. Being on a call, not available for him to fuck, she’d slowly pull down her pants for him, arch forward, and spread her cheeks to give him a good look at her fine ass and hot sex. All the while she’d be keeping up her ever professional demeanor.“Yes, Jim, I hear what you are saying,” she’d say to the person on the line. Only letting out a slight gasp as he’d lean in to squeeze. We drank and drank and she needed to pee, so she went downstairs to go but I ran in their first to go, even though i didnt need to. I had to make her desperate and have an extremely full bladder. I stayed in their about 5-10 minutes and when I got back upstairs I told her not to go in there at least 15 minutes. I could see the struggle in her face. Time passed and she said "I don't give a fuck about the smell I really got to go , now!" I followed behind her. "What. My eyes almost come out of my head, and I about levitate off the bed. ’Crack’ again across my clit, you have wonderful aim and never missed. I am screaming behind the gag, drooling and spitting and tears a rolling down my face as my head is shaking back and forth again. I try to talk through the gag, but fail. Oh how much I need you, want you in me. I swear you can read my mind, because as soon as I think that you are putting the whip down.“Do you want me, little girl?” you ask in a playful.