Tell me you want it, want to be my slave, and this will all end."She shook her head. I sighed. I stopped touching her. Her hips involuntarily bucked t...wards my finger as I removed it."Your body wants me. Why can't you just admit it?"She shook her head again.I touched her again and within a second she was moving into me, grinding into my hand."You want it. Just give up now."For a third time, she shook her head.I went to the brazier and grabbed the branding iron. Her eyes went wide with. She made me come at least three times, and when she stopped I was so weak I could hardly move. Cindy sat on the floor almost next to me, her face wet with Don's and my juices. I was too wiped out to say anything to her.I looked over and saw that Cindy was leaning between Mandy and Rich, obviously sucking Mandy's clit, and her right forefinger was deep inside Mandy's ass. Mandy was shaking her head all over, and bouncing on Rich's huge prick. Her big tits were wobbling all over the place too,. ” There, I spilled it out to him. Exposing my feelings. “Oh. That's bullshit.” “It is. I've got a lot of thinking to do first.” “You're absolutely right, Emma,” he agreed. “Don't act with haste. It could be the worst thing you do. Give yourself time. Does he know you suspect this?” “No he doesn't, but my friend and co-worker does. She alerted me to it, and I saw for myself. He was skipping out to lunch with his assistant after telling me we couldn't meet for lunch today.” “Well isn't he a. Old George, the owner of the company that employed me stopped by to wish me a happy birthday and slipped me a $50 note on his way off the site. The day was going good. After work I went home, showered and made my way over to Peter’s house at 7:30 as we’d arranged. As it happened Peter had had to go down to Perth with his Father because of some family crisis or other. This was the defining moment in the ‘Mrs Robinson’ experience that awaited me. Angela opened the front door and the sight of her.