Miss Roberts could punish her, but was powerless to delete the evidence of her offenses. Caught later, her treacherous deceit would allow no forgivene...s. She must throw herself at Mark's mercy. Although embarrassing, it might contain the fallout.Getting him coffee, she asked, “Can we talk?”“Of course,” he said, waving her in and smiling. A year ago, she'd called before he'd posted a job ad, her grapevine placing her ahead of the pack, and talked herself into a job. At the top of her game, she. Since I couldn't actually see the real me, I could imagine whatever I wanted, so I imagined myself as much more feminine than I am in real life. I gave myself long dark blue hair, a clean chest, some juicy legs, and most importantly, a beautiful special zone. I gave my flower a long stem and adorned it with pretty marbles on both sides. I already loved my new look.Next I imagined my hands. I gave my fingers beautiful—but not too long—nails, and used my imagination to dye them purple. I then. My cock swelled in my hand, and I had a second before the inevitable would happen.I didn’t know why I did what I did. I pulled the panties down to my dick and with a growl, I ejaculated. I shot load after load of my pent up cum into Emma’s panties. A strange primitive part of me aimed for the gusset, wanting my cum to coat over her stains. A dark thrill crawled up my spine as I indulged in a sick fantasy- picturing Emma walking around casually, oblivious, and wearing her panties soaked with my. Forwhat, she wasn't sure, but she just wanted to wait.Now for the problem of her husband. Jake was an asshole and forwhatever reason she felt absolutely no guilt where he was concerned.He liked having his continuing affairs with the girls at the officeand on the road; he spent about half his working time on the roadservicing accounts (and probably a lot more, for that matter). Forthe last few years their sex life had been non-existent becausehis diddling on the outside left little room for her..