As she pushes back door she sees me standing there. Her underwear drawer is open and I have a pair of her panties in one hand and my cock in the other... I am turned on even more at suddenly being discovered. I just wanted to wank over your panties, I say. But then I stop to look at her and notice what she is wearing. She has just come from work, she is wearing a uniform, a police officer’s uniform. Wow, you look so fucking hot in that outfit I say. She replies ‘thanks, but you’re fucking. Not a woman who only likes other women, one who only pretended to love me in order to get me to marry her, so I would take care of her for the rest of her life. We can't ever go back to how it was, because how it was, never was real. Our whole time together was all fake, a part of this scheming plan you and Anita had come up with to strengthen the hold you two already had over me. Now that I know what you did, there isn't any way I'd ever agree to going back and living with the sham mockery. ’ Dean shook the man’s jacket slightly, and a French diplomatic passport fell half out of its pocket. Dean handed it helpfully to the bartender, who had returned. Michelle had not moved from her seat in the booth during this time. There had been no cause to, but now she looked questioningly at him. Within herself, contained, she trembled for a moment as she recalled Dean’s long-ago tender explorations of her with those same fingers. ‘Perhaps we should go for a walk now,’ she said quietly to. “You know how,” he says softly, still manipulating the dildo. “Go ahead and screw yourself. You need it so bad– now do it. Make yourself come– shameless little slut.” He removes his hand from hers and steps back, letting her do it herself.She starts off a little slowly, wondering if he’ll come back to her, then fucking herself deep and hard, her legs spread shamelessly wide, her pussy wet for the fucking she’s giving herself at his command. She can’t take her eyes off the mirror. She looks up.