He can’t go home till I do. OMG it’s sad. But also incredibly amusing. It’s clear that my long sexy legs and my pretty painted feet are instrume...ts of torture for this trapped character and I decide to maximize his pain. “Watch this, babe,” I whisper to Paul. “The sad sack. I’m gonna mess with him.” And I start cockteasing the shit out of the wretched guy. I turn and flaunt my crossed legs right at him. Then I drape a finger slowly along the inside of my thigh. I slide it up under my skirt and. “Get in the truck or you are walking. We are not done with this whole weekend fiasco. I can’t use Gary now, but I am still going to find a divorce attorney.”Sandra started sniffling and got in the truck. She still acted like she was afraid she might catch some deadly disease from casual contact with any part of the truck, but I just let it go. After we were buckled in I drove back to the house. I told Sandra to go in and change and bring the jumpsuit back to me. She asked; “Aren’t you coming. She was enjoying this part of the game too. My arms met hers. I clasped them around the wrists and held them above her head. She wasn't expecting that.Another point for me. She would not be able to scratch me, leaving tell-tale marks on my body. I looked her in the eyes again. If she didn't know that I was onto her game before, she knew now. There was no need for pretense now."Let's do it, " she said.My cock was at her opening. She wrapped her legs around me. It was like that moment when two. She was built solidly, without being overweight, had C cup boobs, gorgeous legs and a shaved pussy. Her sex life with Paul was far from normal. Sex had become a little risqué and rarely took place in the bedroom. That morning, she had woken up and masturbated, which had become her normal start to a day and went downstairs naked. She noticed the window cleaner was outside but made no effort to cover up. She enjoyed him seeing her becoming turned on and masturbating so he could see. Inevitably,.