She had made a harmless little video of her taking off her clothes, flirting with the camera, taking care to keep her face out of shot. There was the ...sual mix of appreciative and angry comments, but one haunted her: a resentful ex-boyfriend recognised her freckles on her boobs, and threatened her.She was shaken to the core, and it took her hours before she could even think of getting to sleep. She normally slept naked, because she loved being nude; but she needed comfort more than anything. At 10am I made coffee and went to tell him it was on the kitchen table. The laundry room door was closed and he did not respond to my voice. I opened the door and popped my head around the corner. Michael jumped up from a crouching position in front of the small wicker basket which was home for my used worn panties. His face was flushed as he span around to look at me, his eyes wide as he gasped with shock, embarrassment and panic at not knowing what to say. As I stared at him not saying a. "When will you ever learn?" He patted my cheek with chubby fingers. "Relax, Micky, I ain't gonna clip yer," he continued. "I got some work for you."His eyes went cold. "Dolores, you know my wife, Dolores, right?" I felt sick to my stomach. My legs and bladder suddenly felt a little weak. "Err….I..yeah, sure I've seen Mrs Bettino on-" "She's stepping out on me, Mick," interrupted Bettino. "Can you believe that shit? I wanna kill her but I love her so I just adjusted her attitude a little. Give. Thank you she whispered after a few moments. Want to sleep in my arms tonight? I gently asked her. She responded not with words but with her hand moving to my cock, rubbing her thumb over my cockhead. Yes, I would love to but first, I would like for you to make love to me, long and gentle she whispered moving her body on top of mine. Megan sat herself down on top of me, her hands on my chest and her legs straddling me. Leaning forward she kissed me and I could see her red eyes full of emotion.