‘Please!!! Oh, God, please!!’ Bob kept kneading and squeezing Angela’s generous breasts, his thumbs strumming her rock-hard nipples, while Dee-D...e’s hand worked actively between Angela’s legs, moving over her vagina, stirring her. Bob could feel Angela trembling and sensed she was losing the battle for control and that erotic sensations were beginning to overwhelm her. ‘Oh, God!’ Angela murmured plaintively. ‘This…this is wrong! Why does it feel so wonderful?’ ‘Would you like to go someplace. .. John (her husband) has been neglecting some of my erm... Needs". " like what" I asked, seeking confirmation of a conclusion I had already reached in my head. "Sex, Ryan" she replied bluntly, with an assured firmness in her voice. This was also the conclusion I came to.Wanting to tiptoe around the issue I said "there's probably a reason, maybe stress from work". She retorted "would you let work stop you from fucking me? feel free to answer honestly.". I blushed as her question caught me off. .." She blushed, shifting in her seat, knowing where this conversation was going. The part of the conversation that she craved, and the part that terrified her. She wanted so badly to burst, to beg and plead for him to touch her, to take her. The words were on her lips, the phrases and names that she had molded herself to, that he used for her. The duality tortured her, sometimes. A shy slut, a self-concious whore. Maybe that was what made the rush and exhileration so strong to begin with? He. She knew that despite the time passing, Sharon James would almost certainly be doing the same things on the same days in the same places, her Husband would still the Mayor and her children would still be at school and college. Five long years eventually past, and one morning Kelly was ordered to the gates, all the inmates and guards were assembled in the yard, Kelly, still naked, was ordered to get on all fours and crawl out of the prison. Kelly knew it was futile to object, it would result in.