My mouth went lower and lower, down her abdomen, down to her thighs, stroking every inch of her legs, feet, hips, moving my hands slowly and sensuousl... in, out, up, down, side to side, kneading, stroking, lightly teasing, probing, building, taking our time. My mouth and tongue reached her inner thighs, and I exhaled warmly onto her cunt. She began moaning softly, sighing my name, telling me how good it felt, and her hips and thighs started responding on their own, slowly shifting, rotating,. .." she started. "I kind of was hoping you'd be willing to do the same thing for me," she hurried her words, not looking at me."You mean..." Another guy," she clarified.I thought about it. Shit, I really didn't want to... but I wanted to make her happy, and I certainly didn't want to do anything to discourage her from being adventurous. Goddamn it."C'mon, I did it for you , you aren't willing to do the same for me?" She grabbed my arm and looked at me pleadingly."Okay, fine," I caved, knowing. Her head hit the wall, and started bleeding, she was almost unconscious. Stupid bitch, how many guys have you been seeing?? No wonder youve been avoiding me this week, I bet youve been having sex with ten guys&hellip,I was wrong about you, you are going to regret this. He carried her into the house, and dumped her on the bed. He took her purse and threw it into the corner, and took all of her clothes off. He head was spinning, and blood was trickling down the side of her face. She was unable to. Friday I worked in the morning, and met Stick for lunch and golf. Two of the reps we'd worked with over the week joined us for the round. They weren't very good, but we had fun anyways. We didn't bet very much, but Stick and I had our own match for ten bucks a hole. He took a twenty from me at the end of the day. They all had beers, as we sat in the clubhouse after the round. I had a Coke. Stick was happy about his first full week. He'd closed fifteen new accounts, and had plans to ride with.