The period immediately after my rape was very difficult. I could not bring myself to call the police on my only son, to humiliate myself further by le...ting the whole world know what a fool I was, what a sick prick I had for a son. I was so scared. Imagine sleeping every night with a rapist in your house. You try taking a shower knowing your rapist is just a few yards away. You're naked, wet and defenseless and you hear a floor board creek, or was it the bathroom door opening? For two months I. This meant I had 3-hours to get some work done and I buried my head in my computer with no further thought of the late morning events. I was called to my supervisor’s office a little before four so did not see Stacey when she returned to her table. My meeting was short and to the point and as I left she said, “I think they put Stacey across from you, would you drop this folder off for her?” “Egad,” I thought, “all I need is to get close to her now.” I grabbed the folder and headed back to the. Soon, though, I was spanking her full-force, causing her ass to turn crimson with the imprint of my palm, and her pussy to turn juicy. As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on the right path to living out our fantasies Then we devised something we call the CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt around her waist with a strip of rope attached to the back of the belt, running down between her cheeks, snuggled tightly between the lips of her pussy,. "Hello," I squeaked. My heart started to pound, I think I was in love with her. I tried desperately to hide it. She gave me a curious look, sensing that I was being weird. "Violet?" I asked. "Yes?" She answered. "Want to help me fold some clothes?" I grinned. "Sure.. you're acting weird." She laughed and half-heartedly helped me fold the rest of my clothes. She got close to me because the laundry room was tiny. Her energy relaxed me tremendously. "I'm just stressed, I need to catch up on some.