She said she would not help me help her, so there was no point in me fighting John by myself.This was terrible news, but at least she wasn't leaving m... to face him alone. I was screwed, but I could not do nothing. What he got from me he'd have to fight for and take every time until I took my last breath. No way would I ever surrender and become his damn sex slave. She said she understood, but she had no fight left in her. Her hope was that by giving him anything he wanted, he might leave his. It was coming outperfectly. She finished and decided to check to see if she had anyE-mails, clicked on the E-mail link, and got her husband's E-mailby mistake. One E-mail caught her attention. It had the heading 'Thanks forthe story.' She clicked on it. It read "Dear Tabitha, Thanks forthe wonderful story 'My Pretty Girlfriend' on Fictionmania.tv. Iwill be looking forward to more of your stories. Greg aka MaidSusan." This was a complete surprise to her. She wondered what this wasall about.. The feelings I am creating from below begin to take over and she knows she will have to surrender herself to them. I feel her body tighten as she trembles while I continue to lick and suck at her clit whilst sliding a finger into her hot pussy canal. “Yesssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yesssss!” She moans with pleasure as I insert another finger, continuing to lick and suck her clit. Her pleasure mounts with the sensations intensifying as I gently nibble on the delicate bud with my teeth. Her back. Tonight I’m your slut!” I re-assured.I smoothed my mini skirt back into place as Dave adjusted his erection. We walked off the dance floor and headed for Andy.“Come on you!” I indicated to Andy “Its time for you to feel me up on the dance floor!”Andy smiled, grabbed my hand and ushered me to the dance floor. The music was a 1980s power ballad, which would require a slow dance. Andy placed his hands around my basque cinched waist, just as Dave had done. Pulling me close to him, his lips grazed.