I ran two fingers down her eyelids, causing her to close her eyes and whispered ‘no peeking.’ I ran my hands down her arms, and across her stomac..., just exploring, caressing her skin. I traced a finger around her breast, spiraling upward to her nipple, then leaned forward to do the same thing with my lips, letting the tip of my tongue trace around and around her breast till I could wrap it around her nipple. Eventually I lightly squeezed her breasts with my hands while sucking on her nipples.. He didn’t know what hold she had on him, but he was going to do what it took to help her. He put on his sunglasses and tied a bandanna on his head. He grabbed his wooden Louisville Slugger, aka Thumper, and walked to where he kept his bike behind the shop. He pulled the cover off the bike and strapped Thumper to the sissy bar where the brackets for the bat were at. After opening his saddlebag and taking out his vest, he kicked started the old bike and took off roaring down the street like he. Her marriage was having some kind of crisis and she was thinking to ask for divorce because of marital infidelity. It was a shock because she, with all respect, was a hot woman and couldn’t be target of such sleazeball act like Roger, the man that she married, did.“That’s it, Leane! I will ask for divorce! I can’t handle it anymore!”“Please, Arlene. Give some time for a reaction. Don’t do anything that you might regret later!”“I don’t have time for that. I can’t forgive a cheating man! Nobody. “No Sir, I’m so sorry.”“Now, slut,” you say clearly as I pause, unsure how to proceed. Looking around again, I reach my hand under my dress and try to pull my thong down as quickly as possible, so nobody sees. I hand it to you, and you place it on the bar counter bunched up by your plate.“For trying to go to the bathroom,” you explain when I open my mouth to protest. “So anyone who walks by and cares to look closely can see and smell your wet thong on the table and know what a dirty whore you.