.. you hussy."She laughed gleefully, settling her clothes into place. "Your chance to be considered as pure and unsuspecting was months ago. Consideri...g that you're the one that likes to bind me and force me to do your bidding, I somehow think the shoe is on the other foot." Touché ... point well taken."She came into my arms again, and we indulged in a few deep kisses, punctuated with tight hugs and intimate caresses. A few minutes later we headed for the locker room, moving quietly in case. Even when his friends had left, he stayed behind and wiped my husband face with iced-cold towel. He seemed to know how to sober up my husband when he wiped the cold towel behind my husband’s neck and very soon my husband opened his eyes. Both he and I held my husband to the bedroom to sleep. I then escorted him to the front door as I thanked him for his help. He turned around facing straight into my eyes and then lowered his gaze at my breasts. I did not know how to react and immediately felt. "She's just a slut, a dirty little slut," she'd rage back."Lesbian!" Fuck you Peter, fuck you," she'd cry.Only once that year did we actually physically battle, and as I easily rode atop her thrashing, struggling body, taunted, "Some day a man's going to come along and make you his slave Mary, make you grovel at his feet, how do you think you'll like it Mary, obeying a strong male..." Never," she screamed, "I'll never let a man control me. I'm strong, I'm liberated! Never!"But I just laughed as. Jeannette’s breathing quickened, and she began rolling her hips, trying to increase her pleasure. I slipped my hands under her, cupped her butt cheeks, and pulled her firmly to my mouth. She groaned and shuddered and a small gush of fluid covered my chin.I moved my mouth from Jeannette’s clit and carefully probed her opening, discovering what I had expected might be there - a thin barrier, attesting to the fact she was, indeed, a virgin. I licked and sucked, feasting on her juices, doing my.