I was very hard. Telling our story was surprisingly stimulating. “I made sure Lora understood that she couldn’t tell her friends. If she told one ...riend she was sure she could trust, that friend would tell one other friend who would tell another. In no time, everyone would know we were having sex. We didn’t feel bad about fucking, but we had to keep it between us.”“How long was it before you fucked again?’ Marja asked.“We didn’t stop,” Lora told her. “Jack stayed hard. I was wet and his cum. Don't make it worse than it is." I don't believe you, Becky. What's the chance that the two times I find out about you cheating on me are the only two times you've done it? Why should I believe your lies about what you did, when the two men tell different stories, and have nothing to gain by lying? No, you lied to me, you cheated on me, and got me fired from my job. I can never trust you again."This wasn't good. I could tell by the look on his face that he was serious. He didn't trust me! He'd. The dream he had about his fianc?e was unexpected. It took nearly ayear after her death for him to reach this tenuous-but-comfortablestatus quo, before it all fell apart last night. It was still unclearto him why he'd felt comfortable opening up to Tamara, but part of himwonders what role the Exchange had played. For one thing, he was sureit was not due to a Compulsion - he did not feel the tell-tale push.No, he gathered, it goes much deeper. Staring down at his womanlyfigure, he realized that. By the time, she had finished cleaning Jim's cock, Courtney was getting very drowsy. She was soon fast asleep.The three girls helped load Courtney into a seat on the plane. They then took their seats. Melissa didn't protest when a hood was placed over her head. Trina told her. "Don't worry. The hood will be taken off soon." It was removed an hour later.They landed in the wee hours of the morning. The reserved van was sitting near Jim's usual spot on the tarmac. The girls carried Courtney off.