I heard someone enter the next cubical but thought nothing of it until I felt a hand on my leg. I had not noticed a hole in the wall. I froze until th... hand slowly started to caress my body gently squeezing and feeling me. I started shaking it was so good and when he finally got to my cock it got so hard I thought I would burst. His hand turned me round and he caressed my back and slid his hands over my bum cheeks spending a lot of time just kneading and stroking me while I turned to jelly in. ”“If you could oblige me in both areas, I would be more than grateful and could return to sanity and my work.”“I’m amenable to both,” agreed Inkie. “I’m tasked with a mission that may require some assistance, but that can wait until your freedom is obtained. How many concerts are needed to ensure everyone who wishes may attend one?”*Author’s note: Background for this segment may be found in the story Don’t Blame Me! http://storiesonline.net/s/13564/dont-blame-meAs it happened, four concerts. So, Lee turned around and climbed on top of him. She kissed him as she rubbed her cunnie over his cock. He gently pulled her up so he could suck on her tits. He had missed those luscious cherries.She placed her cunnie just over his cock head and clenched. She let him slip back out to her cunnie lips before repeating the action. Sean tried pushing further into her with his hips. Lee kept teasing him until he grabbed her hips and dragged her down over his willing shaft until they were pubic bone. And I still loved him and cherished him. I believed over time he would be able to show me the love and affection I wanted, stop the threats and coercion, and stop getting so violently angry for no good reason. But he didn’t. And still I stayed. Finally resigning myself to the fact that this was the life I had chosen, and it was too late to get out. But after a long and painful drag through an affair, I finally flipped that switch. Not because of the other woman, but because of how he treated.