About two o'clock, the "me" in the painting began to develop washboard abs and what I once heard a girl friend refer to as "pects of steel". I looked ...own and watched as my waist rose and narrowed, my hips widened. I couldn't watch for long, though. It was definitely getting to me, and I felt the need to talk to somebody. I speed-dialed Jack Tressler. Jack was a lawyer; a pretty good one from what I'd heard. He and I had met a couple years ago, when I consulted for him on a copyright case. We'd. She got rather moist between her thighs by this point in the act, and now offered her pussy to the young man for his personal use. Instead of lying there on her back, as his mother had, Melina got on all fours and spread her cheeks for him."Could Master please fuck this slave's ass? This slave loves a hard cock up the ass," she pleaded with him, continuing the Gorean forms of address."Your request is granted, this time. Val, lube her up, so I can sodomize our slave," Jason ordered his. We made our plans and he told me that he looked forward to hanging out. The following day, I got ready to go out. I once again went with the black yoga shorts and tank top. I looked myself over in the mirror and found myself to look pretty sexy. I was a nervous wreck and still couldn't believe that I was going to hang out with him. After all, I was a married mother and this was all completely wrong, but at the same time I was craving the attention that he was giving me. I got in my car before I. He doesn’t see the lone tear sliding down my cheek. He gets in and starts the truck, pulling away from the curb, away from home, away from me. I turn and close the door. Walking around the house aimlessly, I find myself walking into the bedroom where we spent our last few hours together. Bed sheets lay in a tangle, the smell of him still lingering in the air from his recent shower. I lie down on his side of the bed and snuggle my face into his pillow taking a deep breath in, remembering our.