At first I hardly noticed anything wrong because of the fantastic display, but then my overloaded brain registered that something was different. Karl ...ulled his cock back and then pushed it forwards again. That's when it hit me, both literally and physically. The tiny piece of sodden cloth that constituted my gusset had formed an exquisite, but frustrating barrier between our genitals and I'd spent the minute or so wishing it out the way. And much to my surprise, it was. Now it was hanging. She had annoyed me greatly and I had taken out my anger on her. I was expecting retribution.I was contacted by her assistant to organise my next movie appearance. That was in itself strange because Ling usually did the organising herself. I was told that the movie plot involved a young woman who had come for a massage. I was to provide the massage and fuck her on the massage table.When I arrived at the studio, I found the place in darkness with just Ling's assistant Monica there to greet. They mailed me my diploma. To my eternal shame, I never saw or spoke to her again." Then I met Franklin. He was a kind and gentle man. We married and enjoyed a good, if prosaic life. We worked well together and for the most part, we were very happy. The black memory of my betrayal was always there inside me, but I could keep it buried then and he never knew. When he died and I was alone again after so long, I could no longer push it down. It kept bubbling up, tormenting me. I couldn't sleep. I. I had left Jaime alone, most of the last week, but the opportunity was too good. "Sheri tells me that one of those guys hit you so hard, he left you crying like an eight year old. Tiny little girl beating the hell out of the bunch of 'em, and you're watering the alley."He blushed before responding. "Tears of laughter. Seeing you lying there like a little bitch, whining over a few pin-pricks, while you left your girlfriend to the do the heavy lifting. Just like in game."That got a laugh out of.