” Sasha tells her. On the drive to Claire’s the two engaged in very womanly conversation and giggled and talked about life in general. Soon they r...ached Claire’s apartment and the two talked in the parking lot for a few more minutes. There was a moment of dead silence and the two just peered at each other for a while. “This feels sort of awkward.” Sasha tells her. “I was thinking the same damn thing” says Claire. The gorgeous women giggled at themselves. “I feel like I am on a date.” Claire. “It needed to be said,” I told Liz, going on the offensive before she could give me a ration of shit.“I know,” Liz agreed. “She’s going through some stuff.”“We’re all going through some ‘stuff’,” I countered. “You, me, the rest of the world. It doesn’t give us license to act like assholes to everybody else. If she wants to sing her songs in Dallas, she can book a fucking show like you did. If she doesn’t want to eat what I’m serving, she can stop on her way home. You know that’s the rule!”Liz. Today I could feel the cock of my loving husband was even thicker and harder than ever…The first slap on my buttocks came by surprise; then came one more and then some more. I did not hurt me; but I felt very excited as he slapped my ass cheeks.It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure I had never felt.He kept slapping me, sometimes with one hand and other with a kind of soft cord. My buttocks ended red and sore…I finally begged him to stop; but he continued slapping me as he fucked my asshole. I walked into Jonathan’s house with my hand touching the butt of my gun. It wasn’t as though I was willing to trust my one and only friend. He was sitting comfortably, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes watching me as I made my way into his living room. Jonathan slowly licked his lips before smiling only with his mouth, his eyes were dead. I kept my eyes on his, daring him, taunting him with my knowledge. On the table in front of Jonathan was an open briefcase, two million dollars was in.