Jaz's lips returned to kissing and sucking Marsha's breasts as her hand slid under the waistband of the thong again. This time her educated fingers qu...ckly found Marsha's clit and began to gently massage it. Now Marsha had masturbated many times and it always felt good, but it was nothing like this. Marsha was moaning as the tension built up inside her. She needed release. That's when Marsha asked Jaz to stop. "What's wrong?" Jaz questioned. "Take off my panties," Marsha whispered. Jaz was. If you lay another hand on me, I'll have your ass in a sling."A cool calm washed over me. When I glanced at Fred, his look was one of shear terror. I knew then that he would never be a true master. I also knew that I was a real master from the top of my head down to my toes; and that mother was a submissive slut who would bend to my will, if I forced her to do so.I walked toward her with deliberate steps and, just as she was standing up, I stuck her in the abdomen with the heel of my hand. It. . I mean ... I mean, not really."He could pretty much guess what had happened from the way she answered, and asked, "Did anyone else see you?" No." Does anyone else know about it?"Bonnie thought about James, and how embarrassed he was that night. She was confident that he sure wouldn't be telling anyone what had happened! Then she thought about Shelly and said, "My friend Shelly does, but she wouldn't tell a soul."Then I don't think you have anything to worry about."Jerome said it with. You certainly look more refreshed than you did yesterday.”“ ... Mmm ... much better, thanks! I laid in bed for a while, wide awake, so I got up and had a nice, hot bath and then I could sleep. Don’t forget it’s your gym day, today! Don’t look at me like that, Gareth Jackson ... I’ll be fine here on my own!”They didn’t go swimming that week, though ... not because Rachel didn’t want to, but because she and Gareth spent several evenings in her former marital home, sorting out the things that she.