He is a kind of handsome thug with a deep, assertive voice and mesmerising eyes. Though he loves verbal abuse there is nothing cliched about the way h... delivers it. He is calm, relaxed, never raises his voice and humiliates me in the most natural and matter of fact way as if what he says is the simplest and purest truth. He is simply dominating, assertive and controlling by nature. The effect on me is devastating. He is like a d**g and I am addicted. I am into it immediately at such a depth. It was one of the things he talked about. But this group wasn't supposed to develop attractions. They were just supposed to learn to communicate on a deeper, more honest level."And do you think he was honest with you?" Bob asked.The look she gave him said it all. Something had obviously happened between them. He remembered that both had problems in their marriages. He had hoped that would give them something to empathize with, and open up the lines of communication. But it was plain that. They had no idea I knew they were fucking. He has history you see…My suspicions are further aroused when Janet pops out towards the end of the afternoon, and as she passes my father, I see her hand briefly touch (and squeeze?) his shoulder. Added to the little smiles and looks they flash at each other every now and again, Janet’s over the top of her brown-rimmed glasses, I can’t help but feel something might be going on between them.Saying that, I have no proof, and to get it, I need a moment. I shoved down his boxers, revealing his huge cock, standing at attention. He chuckled at my surprised reaction, then pushed down my panties. Unexpectedly, he slipped one hand just below my ass and scooped me up into his strong arms. He walked us over to the bed, his erection brushing my ass gently as he walked back to the bed. Laying me down, he kissed me, then slowly moved down to suck my nipples. I gasped, and felt my pussy tighten. “I need you inside me!” I groaned. “Not quite yet,” Zach.