” Michael’s hand had reached out before his brain could stop him. He molded his palm onto each of her curved buttocks, finally touching what he ha... admired all these weeks. Juliette murmured her approval. “Oh yes, that’s right Mr Archer, Sir” This made him braver, and he began to slide his fingers down between her buttocks and between her thighs. The fabric of her leggings was stretched tightly over her warm crotch, the contact with his hand making his cock throb. Juliette stood and turned.. They would meet in public. She was so brave. His respect for her goes up immensely. Other than a brief flash of pain to her expression she remained stoic reserved neutral. He had trained her well his perfect submissive. He gave her one last hug to last a life time. He could feel her quiet sobs and shudders. He saw the single tear and knew that more were to follow. She heals slowly quietly using 3.0 silk sutures to sew up the stab wounds to her heart. A single thread still connected them. Two. You know, prove to you that I need and want you?"There's a problem or two that I have to figure out, Clyde, how to handle it. But, if you give me one chance, I promise you to never pull any of this cheating stuff again." Yeah right! You've already told me that I am not man enough for you, Verna. That pretty much puts the kibosh on any plot you may be hatching." Damn it Clyde! I did not say you weren't man enough for me. I said exactly the opposite. I said you were a helluva man."I did say that. Her son desired her and she told him she had a headache, maybe that excuse is instinctive in a female.She spent the rest of the day in her room, thinking about Derrick and her. She thought about her dreams, did she have sexual feelings for her son? If she did, was she a pervert? She did like his company and enjoyed looking at his body, like this morning. He had a desire for her at least it looked like it. Then she thought, maybe he didn't really have a desire for her. Maybe it was just a jack.