” “You needed the money that badly?” Fiona asked looking at Marta with a confused expression, “Why didn't you just ask for an advance?” �...I did ask,” Marta, near tears, sobbed, “but Mister Dave said no advance, if I needed the money that bad, to buy my mother special medicine, I only had one option, so I endured the pain and shame and let him do to me what he wanted.” Fiona turned to face Dave. He could tell by the hate in her eyes and way her chest was heaving that she was mad, madder than. She looked at his face, a mask of pleasure and exquisite agony and she knew he wouldn't last long. Usually, she reveled in their sex, and his ability to last until she had cum at least once. But she loved these times when his excitement was too much and he exploded quickly either inside her or on her. She took her middle finger into her mouth, sucking, licking. And when it was wet and glistening she removed it, dropping her hand between her splayed legs, using two fingers to release her. Then there was the fact that the whole thing was supposed to be over as Liz had said but I didn't really believe that, not deep down.This left me with something of a dilemma.Should I tell Kirsty and thereby break the trust between Liz and I or should I treat the whole thing as being over, as Liz had intimated and keep quiet about it and hope that it didn't come back to bite me?If I went down that route I knew I'd be wondering forever more how Kirsty would react when, not if, she found out about. ..i'minterviewing a young lady but i'll make her comfortable while welunch......yes dear, i am getting a little forgetful but i'm alsogetting older as we both know.....2pm is fine.....oh no my guest willnot be with me but she will stay here as comfortable as i can makeher........fine dear, see you at 2. That was my oldest and dearestfriend a friend i would die for. As you can see i need a personalassistant to cover my back. "I know i have this on my daily must dopage but forgetting to check.