Yes, I understood alright and despite myself I could feel my pussy start to moisten. You see the other thing about me is that although I might resent ...eing called one by bastards like Ian, I really was a slut. I loved sex and hated myself for liking his hand beneath my skirt, hated him too, hated my life but what can you do? Good, I could feel his leer, even though I wasnt looking at him. In a sudden move he picked up my lithe body and bent me over the table. With one hand he flipped up my. It might make easier on you if you do not. Are you my peeping Tom. I though of calling the police”. “Please don't anything but the police?”. I was embarrassed and shock by her actions and her statement. But it was true. As I confessed my crime and pleaded for her mercy not the justice from the police. “Then you must prove to me that you want what coming to you” she said. Just then a cold chill ran through my body. As I fell to my knees and again begging for mercy. “Wait in the closet while I. "I have plenty of room." Oh, I don't want to be a bother," she said."And you're not," Brock replied."I have some clothes that will fit you," Randi offered. "It's late and you've had an emotional day. I think you should take Brock up on his offer."Zoe's glance shifted between her two friends."I sort of figured that one of you might be staying here tonight," she admitted."Hey, that's a great idea," Meredith said. "I was going to go home but we could all stay here. It will save me from driving. "Well, how bad is it?" She's not stuttering anymore, darling. I can't say that's a bad thing at all." You know what I mean," he said."Don't ask questions you might not like the answers to," was her response.In the parking lot Jennifer leaned into Bob and he put his arm around her."Can I drive again?" she asked."I guess so," he said."I want to feel your hands on me again." I think you're turning into a nymphomaniac," said Bob, smiling."Would you rather I stutter ... or be a nymphomaniac?"Bob.