And then, knowing that the next check would be the last one, she’d neglected to mail in the payment until nearly the deadline. Caught in the Christm...s mail rush, that payment hadn’t got there. She still owed $7.32 on the card as of the January statement.The money didn’t matter. Disobeying his orders mattered, mattered seriously. The first few days after the statement, she figured that it wouldn’t matter too much; she would show Jonathan the check which had cleared since. As his absence. "I'm sorry, Jen. I should have told you first." Yeah, but then you couldn't have fucked me," I told her. "Your foot's done."I pushed myself off the floor and left her sitting there. She must have thought I was being a serious bitch, but I didn't care. I hadn't lied to Lauren, she'd lied to me, by omission if nothing else. As soon as we started getting serious, she should have told me. I wouldn't have let her near me probably, but we'd still be friends. Maybe. It would have changed the situation. Then glanced around before heading down the row of stalls to the last one, stepping inside and locking the door in case some girl decided to wonder in at that moment. It seemed like an eternity as I stood there, waiting, leaning against the side of the stall. If he was going to come in here, then that could only mean one thing. It’s not like we were going to sit in the bathroom and talk. I couldn’t believe I was standing here, though, waiting for him. Who would have thought this would ever. I just stood behind her for a few minutes enjoying the feeling and catching my breath as we panted together almost in unison before I took my cock out of her and put her panties back over her wet dripping cum filled snatch. I looked down at her with her dress up over her ass and her torn pantyhose, which I really ripped; I then smacked her on the ass. I said “Let’s have a night cap and a cigarette you hot fucking cheating whore”. She got up off her knees, walked up the stairs with her dress.