She threw the soaking toy to the floor and got a long knotted whip from the table. She expertly whipped my nipples, twisting the rope this way and tha... making my nipples feel as if they were on fire. I moaned and cried out as she left angry red lines across my pale breasts. She untied my arms and legs.“Get on your knees, slut,” she commanded. I knelt on the smooth stone waiting breathlessly for her next demand. She crouched beside me and forced me to face her by yanking on my hair. She kissed. I don’t know whether I was happy or utterly terrified to see light coming from his cabin, confirming he was not only in there, but awake. My heart had been racing since I had stepped out of bed, but now I was sure that it was about to break out of my chest and start running through the grass. Do it. Do it before you lose your nerve, I told myself harshly as I stood on his porch, my nose all of three inches away from the front door. Before I knew it, my hand rasped on the wooden entrance to. I got bored, though, and headed back to my room to change. I took a quick shower, cleansing off the chlorine from my skin and drying off just seconds before I heard a knock at my door. Who the devil found me next?I opened the door and there was Michelle, for whatever reasons were not clear to me. What the fuck did she want? If she had kept her stupid trap shut, none of this would have happened. Then again, I would have stayed married to that crazy cunt, so there was that. Michelle had kept me. I told her what I saw, told her I saw everything she did, and she panicked, running to me and begging me to keep her secret, almost incoherent, but she wasn't drunk.I knew I had an opportunity here: she was a slut, clear as day, and I'd be a fool not to capitalise on it, but I couldn't do it to my friend. "Look, I can't, he has to kn--" I didn't even finish my sentence before she was pulling her dress down and offering me a deal: her body for my silence. Now, in hindsight, it was a horrible.