‘You don’t belong to that oaf you married any more, do you?’ Ann said as she lapped Dee’s horny black cunt and pinched her nipples, hard. ‘G...d, NO, I’m all yours Ann!’ Dee gasped. In one short afternoon, Ann had made her cum 6 times. The most Reggie had ever managed was 2 and that was partially because they hadn’t fucked for a week prior. ‘Unless I tell you otherwise, I’m MISTRESS Ann, you little slut,’ Ann barked out, turning Dee around. ‘Now, lick my body, start with my neck and work your way. Or at least he SAID he didn’t understand the problem. Silly Josie.As I stand behind the podium, I feel him. I feel him standing close beside me. I feel the warmth coming off his body. I feel his breath on my arm as he leaned in close to the paper, watching me write out how I worked through the math. I can also feel him breathe in my scent and perfume. I can also feel his hand…wandering from my lower back to my A-line skirt covered ass. The angle and width of the podium means that no one can see. “If the situation was different, I would have never slept with your husband.”“I’m sure that’s what all the harlots say.”“What can I do for you Margaret?”Margaret turned and sat down on the couch and once firmly situated looked at her, almost like she was studying her. She didn’t know what to do, and fidgeted as she stood before Margaret, like a subject before her queen.“I wonder, if you know, what you have done to me.”Confused she asked, “I, uhm, I don’t know what you mean.”“Do you ever. Sara’s sister helped with Mandy and Mae, god knows I couldn’t have done it without her. She was always there for us, when ever things got to be too much, Allie would step in. It had been a few months since Sara’s funeral, and time was again my only consolation. While I stayed busy, my thoughts of Sara didn’t come as often. One evening after dinner I received a mysterious phone call, the voice on the other end was strangely familiar, ‘Ben, I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sorry for everything,’ that.