" Matt, I'm a married woman. If Bobby knew I was talking to you, he'd pitch a fit. I'll accept your apology if it'll make you feel better. You really ...id hurt me. I've put all that behind me though. Now, do you know what you'd like to order?" Yeah, I think I'll just have a cup of coffee. From what I hear, you're not very happily married." That's none of your business, Matt. I'll bring your coffee."She turned and left before I could say anything else. When she brought the coffee out, she sat it. Because I loved the tension of..."She turned away, crying again. Early had to hold one hand with the other, knuckles turning white, to keep from taking her in his arms to comfort her. He hated her yet it hurt to see her hurting. It bothered him to hear her talk about herself the way she did--he felt an impulse to defend her. At the same time he wanted to rail at her, to call her every vile name he could conjure up. Turning on his heel Early marched off, leaving a sobbing Susan leaning over a. Always a dutiful sub, I sat back down, immediately. We continued chatting, as I sat there squirming slightly, I really had to go. Mistress ignored all the signs and continued with a story she had been telling me. After about five minutes I asked politely for permission to visit the ladies room. Mistress looked at me and with a polite smile said, “No, stay seated.” Of course I obeyed, but the need to pee was getting more intense. I wriggled around on the chair, trying to get comfortable, but I. "I remember and curtsy saying "Thank you Sir for you cum." He adds, "and thank you for my girly orgasm." I then say that as he looks at my stained panties and finally he excuses me. As I walk away he says, "Shake the toilet cunt." My ass wiggles and sloshes as I walk down to in inlet with my bag and purse. As I pass Bill, he calls me over. "Girl are you going down to the inlet to do your toilet?"I curtsy, holding my skirt up and say "Yes Bill Sir" And I see some of your pussy cum has gotten on.