We judged each person carefully and only after much research, but we all knew in our hearts that each time we held court, it was you whom we were judg...ng. It was you whom we were waiting for. It was you who fueled the desire for revenge within the depth of our being. As we waited for the time of revenge that must surely come, each of us put our money and our power and prestige behind the project until now SaM's Place is more powerful than any one person anywhere in the world."The jury. I knew Andy remembered my proposal of marriage on the streets of San Francisco when a movie star and I got in a bidding war for her services as she game-played as a hooker. Fianc, then? Andy had told me she did not need a piece of paper to belong to me, that the proposal was enough for her. Sweetheart? That is what she called me. It was a nice, old-fashioned word.“Sweetheart,” I said. Andy liked that. I could tell by her smile.“Andy, do you mind your sweetheart having sex with another woman?”. She stopped for a moment, he hands clutching the top hook that held her blouse secure. Then with one quick flick of her fingers, she unfastened all the hooks and the blouse sprang open revealing her big, beautiful breasts. As her top flew apart revealing her breasts, Atul felt his cock lurch and jump with expectant excitement. It was the sign he had been waiting for. Tossing caution to the wind, he climbed onto the bed and scrambled up between his mother’s long, tan outstretched legs. Staring. We exchanged e-mails and talked for hours on instant messenger. It was an innocent flirtation. We were both married, she was in Florida, I lived in New York. We didn't think we would ever meet. She was a shameless flirt. She said she loved to be spanked and she wanted me to describe what it would be like if we met. Would I be strict with her? Would I put her over my knee like a child? She could just imagine the shame and embarrassment of being treated like a naughty girl. Her husband wasn't.