Ryan was a jock. He always looked down on me for being a scientist.A nerd.And I had fucked his wife.He was tall, athletic, a champion quarterback on h...s high school football team—something he was forever bragging about. His chin was chiseled, his eyes piercing blue. He was the epitome of manliness and he thought he was better than me.But I had fucked his wife. It was hard not to smile.“Frank, you fucking nerd, I have to buy you a cigar.” Ryan glanced at his wife. “You have struck gold, man.. It didn't really matter what you did, as long as the proper look was maintained, as long as the family behaved like it had money, because money talks. This was what had caused her and her Grandma to fall out in the first place; Steph really couldn't be having with all that pretentious bullshit, and her grandma hadn't liked being challenged.Actually, Steph was pretty mainstream. Okay, she had a couple of tattoos, and a few piercings in her ears and one in her nose and belly button – nothing. An exasperated Mistress finally answered and told him in no uncertain terms not to call again, and if he did both Heather and Diane would be punished severely. Jim resigned himself to the fact that their fate was in Mistress’ hands, and made no further calls.Diane was forced to kneel on the mattress, still chained with her hands behind her head, while Mistress brought a table chair into the cell and sat facing her captive. Her knees were crossed and in her hand was a flashlight sized shocker. We both moaned as she impaled herself onto my hard dick.She then began rocking back and forth, feeling my dick filling her wet cunt completely. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her wetness wrapped around my hard erection.After a short while, Paula arched her back and came on my dick, moaning and grunting softly. She kept moving on me for some moments after she had her shuddering climax.The sensual divorced girl then stood up and bent over the couch. I moved behind her and grabbed her nice firm.