She closed her facebook page, and was just about to close her email as well, when she noticed the inbox had become bold to indicate a new mail.‘Wish...this is not one of those notifications or spam emails’ she thought when she clicked on the inbox. ‘For Your Eyes Only’ the subject read, and then she looked at the mail ID but couldn’t recognize it. So she had no other choice but to open it to know more. Normally for spam or forwarded emails she just deletes it without even reading, but this one. Maybe what I said was true. Thinking to myself, ‘Maybe I WILL be OK, but I am NOT OK NOW!’ I was hurting. Every cell in my body felt like it was imploding. The pain was intense. I needed to exorcise the pain inside me.I opened my desk drawer and took out my Swiss army knife. I ran my finger along the edge of the blade to satisfy myself with its sharpness. I undressed and threw my clothes in the corner, taking a seat on my desk chair. Here I sat naked with a knife in my hand.In my estranged. I moved my hand down over her flat stomach and slid it over her hip feeling her stocking tops and suspenders under my fingers. My hand was trembling and she must have sensed that I was nervous. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said ‘just do what you would like to have done to you and I will guide you if necessary.’ I continued to run my hand over her then made my way to her pussy, running my finger tips along the soft, moist slit, coming to rest on her clit. She still had the glass in her hand and poured. I was speechless. She then sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. She was wearing a slightly faded pair of light blue nylon bikini panties with a small daisy pattern printed on them. I saw that her ample bush was bulging on the front panel and that several pubes were peeking from under the leg openings. Not messy or unattractive, just in need of a slight trimming. My hardon began to grow despite myself."Is this a good position?" she asked. I sat there still completely astonished. It.