I heard her enter the bathroom and then, a few minutes later, she was downstairs walking out the door. I could see she was really going to make me pay...for this, and for the first time I began to wonder what lengths she was prepared to go to teach me a lesson. My mind started wandering down worrisome paths as I recalled the book Gerald's Game, in which Stephen King had written about a husband who partaking in a perverse bondage ritual for sexual gratification, ties his wife securely to the bed. A crackling sensation surged up my legs and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic hair peeking through the panties’ slit.That wasn’t right. What was the point of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out? I smiled,. You drive like a pro!"I laughed as I gave the girl more gas. "My husband taught me on a car much like this one. That's who I'm thinking of buying it for. He gets home from Iraq in two weeks, and as luck would have it, he should be here on his birthday!"His smile was sincere. "Be sure to thank him for his service for me, okay?" You bet I will!"The sun was setting, so I switched on the headlamps. Driving was a treat, as I reacquainted myself with operating a REAL automobile! I took turns at. In glorious color, with perfect lighting, a photo graced the screen just the way Alice had sent it. The picture showed two side-by-side naked female torsos from neck to pussy, each with a cock about halfway inserted into the wet vaginas.Dave laughed aloud. This was the promised ‘retribution’ for when he went to Sedona and had sex with seven of the women associated with his leadership seminar. Dave had told Alice and Pam to have a good time besides getting their instrument ratings in the.