Don’t worry. I am not going to wear mine.”“Really?” Missy looked at me with a very peculiar look.“Yes, really. You and Brantley were out the...e the other night without anything on.”“Yes, but that was at night. It’s daylight now.”“So! Nobody is going to see us. Trust me.”Missy finally started to remove her clothes. I watched her take each item off because, well, because I wanted. Missy was so pretty. Every inch of her. There was no fat on her body at all. All slender and curvy. It was her breasts. "What do you want here?" No, I'm not," she responded in a voice nearly too low to hear."He left you?" No." You left him?" In a way, yes. Yes, I left him." Again, Deepali, what is it you want?" That's complicated," she said, sucking in a deep breath as if there was a lot to explain. "First, I want you to forgive me. I don't deserve it, but that's what really makes it forgiveness. I was just gullible and infatuated and flattered and fueled by adrenalin. I never should have taken up with him.. Her breath started coming faster. The head between her legs bobbed faster. A wet licking sound was very distinct in the quiet room. The woman between her legs was rubbing her own legs together. To the watching girls it was obvious that Mrs. Hanley was about to have an orgasm. Both girls had brought themselves off many times and knew all the signs. “God that looks hot,” Abbey sighed. “I wish . . . ” “Wish what?” Beth asked breathlessly. “I wish I was with Mrs. Hanley right now.” “Why?”. “What do you want to happen?” she replied, her voice crisp.“I’m not sure,” I admitted.“It doesn’t matter, baby. It’s not like you have any say in what I decide to do with you.”“No, Mistress.”And, just like that, it was settled. She was right. She could do anything she wished, and I would gladly accept it, no matter how humiliating. No matter how painful. No matter how debauched or debased. It’s who I was; her nasty little slut. That realization was freeing, in a way.“Greg’s searching the house..