”“You’re a businessman?”“Of course. A chameleon wearing the proper disguise for every situation.”“Sounds cold.”“I suppose it does. B...t I hide that too, unless it’s needed. No Joseph, I’m not like you. I can’t afford to be, and I don’t want to be. But I’ll tell you the truth. All those people I interact with? Even playing concierge and supplier to guests here? Except my family, the only ones I get close to, that I feel anything for, are my girls and guys.”“You empathize with them.”“I suppose I. "Promise to never tall a soul if I tell you? If you ever breathe a word I'll fix you good! Promise?" She said very seriously. "Cross my heart and hope to die!" I turned and scooted closer to her. My bare arm touched her warm arm and it felt so nice. "Well, we got to kissing one night and he was French kissing me, had his tongue way in my mouth. We were in the back of his car out in the boonies. He really got me so hot; finally he pulled my top and my bra off, licked and sucked my nipples and. I was unbearably horny, but I knew there was no chance of penile stimulation. In my desperation, I started pondering forbidden ideas. I started to look at the image of Rebecca cheating on me, and instead of feeling rage, I felt empathy. Real empathy - I was relating to her experience. I looked at how much pleasure she was feeling while getting stuffed from behind with a hard cock. She made it look so satisfying, so thrilling, so... fun. Without a conscious intention, I watched the form of her. The man shifted forward, placing his elbows on the table and crossing his fingers below his chin. He stared at her intently. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." His eyes lit up with something Sienna couldn't quite place. And then it started.Sienna felt a pressure at her temples, and a bubbling rage fomenting in her chest. She was so angry, it was all she could do to keep from screaming. It was the kind of primal rage that triggers instinctually after being hit in the head from behind,.