I allowed my hand to slip further up her thigh, until I felt her panties. I could not get contact with her sex though because of the way she was bent ...orward for the kiss.It was just as well that I hadn't touched her, because as soon as she became aware of how high my hand was on her thigh, she broke the kiss. She then set back in her seat, and used her own hand to pull mine further down her thigh. She held it there in an iron grip.Ok, not a complete step backwards, but enough to slow things. "How can we convince her?" We won't. But we can sell her something less," Crystal sighed."Like what?" Tell her the truth, but water it down? No guns or knives, just that you went a bit far and were concerned that I might someday decide to have you brought up on charges. We can make it real gray." We've got to be real careful..." Yeah."We spent probably twenty minutes synchronizing our stories before I hung up. Now all I had to do was wait...I came in the front door, not the slider. Crystal took. Tears flooded down Ellen Coughlin’s cheeks as she stood in the Marklin driveway, leaning against her husband’s car, imagining what was going on in the upstairs bedroom. She couldn’t believe this! She thought she and Bill had a good marriage, that he was faithful to her. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she go into the house and confront her husband and Abby with what she knew? She didn’t think she had the strength. Slowly, tears flowing down her cheeks, she started for where she’d left her. She gasped, she was punished for that as well. Then, finally, he relented to her.She yowled like a beaten cat as he entered her. She had never known such relief though the desire to have him was sated the desire for more grew to a fever that shook her whole body. And yet again the hand came down with yet further reproach. How she was a common harlot, how she belonged in a Bangkok brothel, how she would gladly take any sailor with tuppence to spend on her charms. And at that moment, she knew it.