She had once again fallen asleep and slept well until after ten o’clock for the second day in a row. Upon waking, she had bathed and washed her hair... then went out onto the patio let it dry AND to work on the spots of blood which had stained the chaise cushion, where Jake had claimed her virginity. After a bit of scrubbing with a brush and soap flakes dissolved in a glass of warm water, followed up by a little bleach, the evidence of her deflowering had been obliterated. She had jumped when she. She shouldn't have felt guilty.Furthermore, I was paying double price for her.I said that I did not touch even her hand to convince her.I asked her to show understanding .Because,I was a foot fetishist.Perhaps, she would help to solve this problem.(Actually, that was not true,I was thinking to fuck her each hole, in the next weeks).Olga's finally convinced.She asked me if we would same thing as we did last week.I told her that we would do more different.I told her to lie down on the bed.I was. Lying there in utter shame and humiliation, I just shook my head. I hadcome and no longer wanted any part of this. In my own mind, I wanted topretend none of it had happened at all...certainly not in front of her. Theworst of it was: she knew that!Grabbing one of my nipples and twisting it with all her might, sherepeated, "I said...open the fuck up!" Or, I can just pour it in your eyes," she proffered. "I've heard thatreally stings."Slowly but surely, I tentatively began to open my. The white stockings weren’t helping. Her skin was covered but those curves still managed to overflow whatever she wore. Her skin was fair, but it looked slightly tanned. Her hair reminded me of autumn. I tried to focus. “Yes, I’ll take care of you.” I tried to think of my wife. I checked my phone to see if I received a message or call, but nothing. Of course I already knew that. This was a simple request to get help so there was no need to overthink it. I just needed to focus on the job at.