Then David stopped her."On the bed, on your knees."This time, there was no hesitation from Sharon. She scrambled to the bed, got on her knees and stuc... her red ass up in the air for David's approval.David approached her. He gave her ass a light slap. "Bet your ass hurts, doesn't it?" Yes sir. I'm sorry sir. Don't beat me again sir," she cried out."You, and you alone, control when you get beaten," he said as he fingered her asshole. He roughly inserted one finger. "I told you before, you control. He was his direct, cut to the chase, self, "I didn't really take you to be someone who fucked around to try to make someone else jealous. Pretty dangerous precedent, don't you think? I mean, we just barely escaped the Ben thing didn't we?"Although I had left the signs obvious for him to see, I didn't expect to get called on it so bluntly. He was right, and it made me squirm a bit. I knew I wasn't playing one hundred percent safe and I knew I wasn't playing one hundred percent fair. But either. ............................................................................................................................................Half way through the first week I got a call in the kitchen to rush some sweetened orange juice to one of the rooms as there was a diabetic there having a turn. I was a bit confused because even though this was a country hospital surely they had insulin or whatever other meds and equipment they needed. I didn’t waste time though; I grabbed a fresh bottle. So it was with Tammy and I. After our one night stand, we had discussed what we had done, how wonderful it felt, and how unfair it was to our respective spouses and families. We actually convinced ourselves that we could co-exist, work together, and not give in to the urge to revisit our ‘little sleepover’ as we chose to call it. In spite of hoping, and working to alter our home lives for the better, nothing changed. Tammy put on her game face daily, we had a lot of fun while working, but at.