I had to admit that I had lost my bet. John now demanded redemption from me, and I could see the extreme excitement that caused the rod in his cock an... the anticipation of a great orgasm in him. I asked John if he could feel the end of the screwdriver in his body. John only groaned "very deeply" and asked me to feel the end and to stimulate him there. I had already observed that the screwdriver had penetrated far into the inner urethra. So I first looked under the scrotum. I raised John's big. "Do you honestly believe that?"Do you really think that there's ANYTHING you could tell me that would restore my trust in you, Lynn? Make me feel like I wouldn't have to worry about you for the rest of my life, wondering when the next time will be that you jump into bed with another man?"Lynn looked down at her lap. Very quietly she said, "no, Matt. I don't think there is anything I can say that would do that."****************Two months later -- Thursday evening"Oh Matt, it's just so beautiful. I slid my hand down her side and down over her ass. So sweet. I wasn’t wasting time this time. I pushed her hips over flat and returned my hand to where it had been between her thighs when we were out by the fire. She moaned and kissed back and nibbled on my ears and neck too, it was so good. I pushed my hand up higher, pushing her thighs apart a little.She did spread them apart, but then stopped and looked at me, gave me the sweetest smile and said “Zane...”I said “Yeah?”She kept that same. ” Cait said, in a soft, low voice, seething with anger.“Please, call me Douglas.” Montague said, as he poured what appeared to be wine from a carafe into a plastic wine glass and pushed it over to her.“I’d prefer to not.” Cait responded.“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot Cait, I truly am. But we’re both just doing our jobs. Playing our parts. There are ways to make all of this so much easier.”“You took my arms, you son of a bitch.”“An engineering accident took your arms, Cait.” Montague.