Her not answering her phone on Wednesday had started out as a lark. Somehow, with each unanswered phone call and message, her resolve to leave him han...ing increased. By Friday morning, she had decided that she'd use the weekend to study and get ahead in her reading. Somewhere, at least in the back of her mind, was also the thought that doing this would somehow strengthen her bargaining position with Sonny. She had been thinking, after replaying Monday's conversation in her mind, that he was. ”Seriously. Who the hell is he? I lowered my eyes to the card, but found it obscured by the bubbling gold of a champagne flute. Peter was back, and he’d shoved a glass beneath my nose.“Sorry. Got sidetracked. The line at the bar was bananas.”Mr. Caine was still looking at me. He didn’t seem to acknowledge Peter’s arrival. I took the stem awkwardly in my fist, and stuffed away his card and his money in my coat.“Um, thanks Peter.”He followed my gaze back to Mr. Caine, pausing when he caught sight. The stinging blow caused the man to stumble back, barely recovering his balance, his eyes filled with a mixture of shame and wrath.“Cunt!”, the man ejected and drew his arm back to return the insult with the intent of backhanding Angela but before he knew what was happening, Janet had sprung to her feet, grabbed the man's wrist bending it back toward his forearm causing excruciating pain as he felt his arm bend around his back. Falling to his knees before the two leather vixens, his body was. His chest hair interwoven amongst her fingers, his muscular thighs pressing against her ass, and of coarse his dick nestled perfectly between her legs. She lowered her hair till it lightly dragged across his chest, she repeated this a few times then straightened right up. After pulling her hair over her shoulder, smiling at her man, she stated the obvious “God….I’m Soaked!” Bill came to all his senses to realize that, indeed YES, Susan’s juices were.