He appeared ashamed and meek. Which he should have been.“You fucker!” she screamed, rising up and beginning to cry. "You rapist!"“I know,” he ...aid, despair in his voice. “I know. And I'm sorry. But I’m going to make it up to you.”“Make it up!?” she screamed some more. “You’re going to jail! That’s what you’re doing.”Her face had hardened. It was now steely and resolved. She got out of the bed, leaving the sheet and going bare.“No I’m not, stop,” he said, and she found her feet rooted to the. . and then you say that. I...”She stopped and hugged me tightly.I returned the hug and kissed her on the temple. She sniffed and sat back up.“Well, the other stuff might happen,” she said. “I might lose my voice and my money. But I’ll always be willing to...”She mimed a giving a blowjob. I laughed and shook my head.“So, you don’t think I’m ... sluttish?” Liz asked. She was smiling but her eyes were serious.“No,” I answered immediately. “I mean, it might be different if you were pulling hobos. "They finished their meal in silence and then Sandy quickly excused herself. Cliff was thoughtful as he drank his second cup of coffee alone.He went back to the plant, got his car and drove back to his apartment. After he showered and shaved, he put on his best suit. Packing some things in his overnight bag, he left the apartment and headed south for Chicago. Stephanie's posh apartment building was on the Near North Side overlooking Lake Michigan. After parking in the garage he went up to her. I pulled the knickers up. They came up to my waist and covered my erection completely.She removed her own jeans to reveal a very pretty little pair of primrose-coloured nylon panties, and then pulled off her tee-shirt and a matching bra came into view, which covered her modest tits.Next, she lay back on her bed, lifted her knees and parted her legs.“Like what you see?” she asked me.“I do, but aren’t you going to take your panties off?”“Not yet. You aren’t going to cum yet, are you?”“I can.