You did it to yourself. You've got no one to point the finger at except yourself. Go think about that," Mike summarized."If you think that little..." ...he stopped because of the look on Mike's face. He had never laid a hand on her in anger during their marriage. She saw the look in his eyes of a man who could. "It's my house."With disgust, Mike told her, "Get out."She looked for some acceptance, some chance. There was none. She picked up the papers where she had dropped them. "I won't let some. Sandy could not take her eyes off of Darlene’s breasts. In Sandy’s love making at home, Darlene was always a topic in her fantasy with her husband. Never did she think she would get to see those tits free and up close.Darlene then asked, “Do you like what you see?” Sandy was speechless for a moment but could not resist the urge to lean forward and kiss one of Darlene’s nipples. As she was running her tongue around and flicking the nipple, Darlene dropped her robe to the floor and pulled Sandy’s. Clutching her breast, she toyed at a hard nipple. My eyes tracked down to see her other hand between her legs. Idly, she stirred at her sex as her body flexed slowly. Softly, she panted as wriggled at the hips a little. It was obvious she was coming down from an orgasm.I felt no need to keep my voice down, “You started without me?”Reciprocating with a lecherous smile, she gestured to the window with a nod of her head. The undrawn muslin curtains wafted gently alongside the tall, open sash. After school the next evening, Michelle carefully selected a pair of black dress pants, black wedge heels and a light turquoise blouse, hoping this ensemble would impress her new employer. She was nervous and her hands shook a little while applying some rose tinted lip gloss, mascara and moisturizer. Within an hour she promptly entered the boutique exactly five minutes early. "It's good to see you here Michelle," said Cecilia, the lady with the angled short black hair, now wearing a long red.