Amanda glanced back over at me, and said, "What's so funny?"I laughed."About two minutes ago you were asking questions about what we were doing or wer... going to do. And now you compliment your best friend's naked body." Well, you covered yours up, so it's not like I can see to compare," Amanda said.I was shocked. Glancing at Jessica, and then back at Amanda, I just pulled the sheet away, and leaned against the headboard.Amanda looked, smiled and said, "Nice. It looked better when I walked in. She smiled at me and told me to check it all before I am anchored.I used to compliment her beauty and flirt with her quite openly and she would flirt with me back too. But I used to see the loneliness and sadness in her eyes. I wanted to give her some memorable time and make her smile. That’s when I thought that I should take her out. So, I asked her whether she was free the next Saturday to go for some shopping. Even though she hesitated at first, I requested many times and she agreed.On. .. several times. I was in there for a full hour, heaving and sobbing. What was going on here? I had married Michael to escape Julia and what she did to me, but I had somehow landed in the same situation all over again? Why won't my body let me stand up to him? Am I so afraid of confrontation?Finally, my stomach settled down enough for me to wash up and return to the bedroom."Well?" Michael arched his eyes at me.I stared at the ground, knowing what I had to say, but desperately not wanting to. His cock now stood at full attention, and was sticking straight out from his pinstriped trousers, not an ounce of curve in his arrow-straight boner. Obviously not enthralled with my slow start, he grabbed my head in his powerful hands and forced several inches of his boner into my eager mouth."Don't make love to it, you little slut. Suck my fucking dick like you mean it."With one hand wrapped around the base of his root, I attempted to throat the remainder of his cock as I worked my tongue.