"What are you doing, Mr Deane?" she cried out as I fastened one of her ankles to the bottom of the bed.I cupped her face in my hand lovingly."It is 'S...r' remember?" I said. "Don't ask questions."Emma lay in stunned silence as I finished my work and stood back to admire her. God she was beautiful.I lay down beside Emma and stroked her face and kissed her neck. Slowly, with deliberate movements, I allowed my hands to stroke down her body to her heaving bosom. Emma whimpered as I began to squeeze. After changing she stood in front of the mirror and began to apply her make-up, bright red lipstick, black eyeliner and mascara on her eyelashes that made them look even longer and lusher than usual. I looked at her thinking she looks so fucking slutty; some lucky bastard will be having her later.Her micro mini skirt only just covered her ass, the thong slipped up between her ass cheeks and as she moved I could see her bare ass cheeks. She turned toward me, “How do I look?”“Just like a Tart,. In the few seconds before she passed into the bathroom I indulged myself and looked at her. ..I lusted after her! I had an erection! My sleep was disturbed that night. My dreams were troubled and they involved doing things with Bambi Lynn that I was pledged never to do. Next morning I felt awkward and the warmth of our relationship was missing. It was my fault and I knew it. . .With every ounce of reserve that I could muster I forced myself to maintain my friendship with the lady who so sorely. What did I know? Whatdid I think you thought of her - all that stuff. Nothing major."I stroked his hair. "What did you say?" Just that we were friends. I said I didn't know who you liked or didn'tlike. I didn't want to encourage her." He chuckled. "I hatecompetition." Don't worry," I said. "There is none. You've got me." I felt his handcup and lightly squeeze my balls. "Seriously! I'll take her to the malltonight, then we'll come straight home. I'll figure out a way to let herknow I'm not.