“Can you kick my ass first though before you do, Sir? I really feel ashamed of what I did with your dad. Does it bother you, Master?” Betty asked ...ubmissively. She had started calling me Sir and Master in general conversation now.“Not yet. I think it will kick in when I get home,” I told her.“Master Justin I need you to be angry about it. Even if you have to pretend. I don’t normally regret or feel bad about anything I do. I hate this feeling. I feel like I betrayed you and fucked up your life.. " Oh Gary, he trusts me and I keep him satisfied when I can, so he can't complain. Besides, with him on swings, we have plenty of time for fun after work. Oh, I've got to go — it's almost dinner time and he will expect me to make it. It's my turn to cook tonight. See you Monday. Love ya."Boy, talk about hearing your marriage go up in flames. I quickly hung up the phone and went out into the garage. I sat down at my workbench, and put my head in my hands and sobbed. What was wrong with me? What. We had played several times since the, without either of us mentioning it. Her cute arse stretched her lycra shorts nicely, and as we played the sweat started to stain her groin. Her pert tits were clearly unfettered beneath the loose t-shirt, because, small as they were, they bounced enticingly as she ran about the court.As usual, after the game, we went back to her halls of residence, but this time she didn't go to change straight away. She plonked herself in a chair opposite me at the. " I said as I started to ease myself out of the chair. I used the desk for support as I rose to my feet. My legs felt like Jello, but standing was manageable. The only downside was how exhausted I felt. I assured him that I was okay when he continued to stare at me anxiously. "Wait, where are my panties?" I asked, looking around the small office. He laughed and pointed to his pocket. "They are mine now. I wanna remember this moment." He said through a smirk. He pushed me against the wall and.