‘Your wife looks like she’s ready to make love now,’ said White as he rolled her over and pulled her up by the hips. ‘I’m – I’m sorry, T...m. I just couldn’t help it. I still love you.’ The ecstasy in her eyes had turned to regret as she slid toward White. ‘It’s okay, honey, I know,’ said Tom, trying to reassure her. ‘I love you too.’ ‘How sweet,’ White remarked, moving Jean’s hips upward so he could take her from behind. The head of his engorged member now prodded her lips. ‘Hey, put that condom. But tonight there was a full moon and the secret Jemma had hidden from her beloved Mistress was running rampant in her veins. She wanted the power Maggie was offering, and she wanted to reveal her hidden nature at last to the woman who brought her such pleasure."Yessss," Jemma hissed, smiling wickedly. She stood gracefully and stepped to Maggie's side, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her roughly to her knees. "My whore, my slut, my filthy cunt!" Maggie moaned at the names Jemma called her. .. Old Pete was going slow, making her see her futility of struggle... Making her anticipate and the next move of her sexual assault... Slow, so she would remember this night for the rest of her life. As the hand moved up her thighs, she wailed and kicked her legs. The large hand was now at her upper inner thigh. Its sized engulfed the softness as it climbed until it was once again touching denim, the large hand cupped her crotch and Old Pete’s the long, fat middle finger pushed against her. Goodness, he was handsome! Tall, well built, and young. He was wearing a golf shirt and a pair of shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. He motioned to the bartender, who quickly got him a drink. This made him a local. We made eye contact almost immediately.“Hi! I’m Jim!” as he sidled up next to me. He had one hand on his drink, and I felt the other one start to caress my ass. I started to object, then I thought about the reason I was here, and what Ben had wanted. “I’m Wendy.” I repliedJim.