That feeling shot through him like a bolt of lightning, or a drop on roller coaster. Sara and John had come a long way this summer. She started out ve...y shy, but quickly came alive when John was around. He was getting ready to start work at his father’s firm. Things couldn’t have been better. He was thinking of proposing to her this weekend. He was in love. She was wearing that silk halter dress again. He loved this dress because she didn’t wear a bra and he could see the points of her firm. " More, sweetheart." She breaths against my mouth. " Give me more." My mouth covers hers, hot and sweet, and I kiss her hard as I push deep inside her, stroking. Then I curl my fingers toward the front wall of her pussy she feels it, right in the G spot, my touch so sweet she shudders, gasping, crying out as the climax broke over her, inside her, rushing through her like a tsunami. " Oh God John...MMmmmmm."As it fades I smile against her mouth and she slowly opens her eyes. " Darling." I. . do you?" N... no Mistress Thorne," I stammer."Scared slut?" Y.. yes M.. mistress Thorne," I manage."Good," she chuckles. "bend over so your face is flat against the floor." Yes Mistress Thorne," I say as I obey and lean over from kneeling topress my nose against the smooth floor."No peeking," she says jokingly, but I doubt she's expectingdisobedience...All I can do is listen, to the sound of a zip and material sliding to thefloor.. and a drawer opening? And a jingling?"Look up and turn to. When my husband asked me to get him a beer I ducked outside to check the window, Todd's was dark, William's lit and blinds open.When I returned with the beer Francis fumbled with the remote control. I looked at the screen, he was watching Raw. He said he was just checking on the wrestling, that he wanted to watch the movie, but there was an unhappy whine to his voice. We both knew what he wanted, we both knew he wanted me to know what he wanted, he wanted to watch wrestling.What was the point?.