A huge smile grew on her face and she took my hand andwalked me back to a room where massages are given.“This room should do fine,” she to...d me. I looked around the room. “Deena, may I have the honorof fucking you?” I asked her.“Please. I need a good fuck,” she answered.I sat her up on the massage table and removed her shoesthen socks. I rubbed her feet.“That feels so good after being on my feet all day,” shemoaned.“Maybe you’ll like. Megan also had a small twinge of guilt as she focused on finding the right country rode turnoff.She was excited by the thought of removing the costume of her being a straight laced mom and wife but she also felt guilty about the lie she lived with that same family. Then the reality hit her again: "I'm a slut! An extremely perverted slut!"It had been years since out of desperation of being bored that she had started having casual sex with men she barely knew. It had started with some simple. I discovered that by watching her interactions with others. Of course, there are many cold-hearted women and ruthless men out there. Not all of them are sociopaths. When I watched Christine casually let a female friend drown on a routine fishing trip on her yacht, I was sure of what she was. Yeah, there are lots of sociopaths out there. And normal people can’t spot them. I don’t know why I can. It’s simply an ability I was born with, I guess. I’ve got some dark tendencies of my own but let’s. "I won't take up too much of your time, Diana," I began, in a serious, businesslike tone. "I want to end our relationship, effective right now. I told you before that I didn't see us lasting much past graduation, anyhow. I just think it's time. You and I have run the course. It seems like most of the time, nowadays, all we do is fight. So, I want to call it quits. For good."I expected her to go batshit. But, surprisingly, she didn't."Are you sure that this is what you want?" Yes, I'm sure. I'm.