The great Buttercup has finally apologized to me after years of being a total dick to me,” I sighed.“I’ve apologized before, haven’t I, sir?�... Buttercup pouted. Her thighs were still wet, and her pussy was dripping because she had freshly pissed while trying to keep up with me. I wondered if she really understood how shitty she has been to me over the years.“Whoa, a new snow bunny?” Daphne interrupted before I could decide whether I wanted to really get into how many times she made me feel like. "Please, just give it back. I'll give you anything I want. Do you want money? Or do you want me to make your homework and projects? Or I could carry your bag for you everyday. Please, just please give me back my diary." I was shocked at that last word. Please don't tell me they've heard it. "So you admit that it's a diary then?" Jerome said and I just wanted to die right at this moment. "Wait. No. It's a Journal and—"Someone was at my back."Don't lie, or else." It was Kevin. I was speechless. I. As we were chatting and having some drinkd I noticed she had a wedding ringso I asked "I see you are married she replied "yes" Im in town on businessand too have a little fun also she said I heard about the contest and I have always liked you since I was a Teenager so I entered why not and "I won" "well we are in Vegas" I replied as I felt her hand on my leg I knew this would be fun. So we enjoed dinner had several more drinks and I asked wanna go to myhotel room and have some fun? To my. ” “Then why did you say it looks sad?” Looking down at her he tried to read her eyes that were pained. “I don’t know, the colors of it maybe. They’re cut deep, it looks like a world of hurt.” Her shoulders slumped, breath pouring out of her. “You don’t like it.” “It’s not that I don’t like it, I do.” “Don’t sugar coat it, Marcus. Say what you mean.” Raising his hands up at her, he took a step back. “I just did. I like it, Hadley. I can’t believe you made this, it’s unexpected, that’s all.”.