Forcing myself to stay in that house, that night. Staying in the bedroom furthest from our bedroom, but even this distance and the closed-door prevent...ng me from hearing the sounds of their love-making.A huge part of me wanted to run and run fast and far. But another part of me said I’d be damned if I was going to be run out of my own home by another woman. I had nothing personally against Gemma, but Dave and I had scrimped and saved to buy this house and build our family home. And however much. It was her psyche that required constant attention.It was apparent to me that Cynthia Collingsworth had never been given the type of attention that I provided. Even with her wealth, it was the smallest of things that gave her the most pleasure. Holding a child, or being given permission to wear high heels to an event produced genuine happiness. Being told she was going to be taken to a wedding generated a disproportionate amount of gratitude. Now, she wanted to pretend to be my first sexual. "I'm so sorry, I was just so carried away by it all, and Mike, and the gig, and you, and, and you know these days are so......." She put her finger to my lips. "Hush," she said seriously, "I understand. Nothing makes you feel more like a girl then the attention from a guy. And it's up to you how far you want to take that." Then she smiled in her naughtiest way. "But never forget who has the key to your corset." I laughed and cried at the same time and pulled her close. Our lips met in a gentle. .. I think I know what you need.” Martha gaped a little but said nothing, instantly feeling at ease as she walked in and the door was closed behind her. The older women flushed a little as Jenny paused at the dresser with a smile, and handed here the horsewhip.“You’ll be needing this ... and I won’t be the only person glad to see you use it.” Martha panted as her cunt tingled at the feel of the whip; the angry side of her confused mind would now ally itself to her mischievously erotic.