I love you.”“Wrong” I spit back at her. “Sandy, if you loved me we would not be having this discussion in this house, going to that country cl...b, in your fancy car. I indulged you because it made YOU happy, and I could do it. Now you tell me I am not enough. What am I supposed to say? Is taking a lover a new status symbol, or am I not good enough in the bedroom? Am I not pretty enough for your ‘nose in the air’ friends? Will your lover be the father of your children, when you decide to have. Behind me I felt a Dutch hand push down firmly on the small of my back to position and control me. He was a strong man, I wasnt going anywhere until he had fucked me, I knew that. My black leather skirt was pulled right up, revealing my ass, and I could feel the chill. Before he could go further I moved my hand and pulled a condom from the top of my stocking, for the Dutchman to wear. Harry was watching and condom was definitely put on. I think a little spit was added to my already wet pussy. How could that have not been obvious to him after everything I’d put up with, after all the times I came back to try again. Here, now, I pull him into a closet and lock the door. I get on my knees and unfasten his tuxedo pants, struggling to reach the zipper under his ridiculous purple cummerbund. By this time the mother of the bride has gotten wind of what’s happening and she’s enlisted the help of the maid of honor to batter the goddamn door down before it’s too late. I smile to myself. My. Despite my best intentions, my traitorous eyes immediately resume their sideways perusal of her firm breasts through her blouse. She leans forward in her chair to scribble some notes onto the tablet in front of her, allowing the weight of her breast to pull an erect nipple free of her bra to tantalize to my enthralled vision, and sending thrills through my body. Already I feel my manhood filling with desire at the illicit peep-show, straining within the confines of my briefs. Almost casually,.