Suzanne hadn't been exerting that power much lately, since Susan was choosing sufficiently risqué outfits on her own. "Uh-oh. That's true. But look: ...hat I'm wearing right now is already positively scandalous. I hope you aren't going to tell me that I have to wear that skimpy bikini you gave me. Are you?"Suzanne smiled innocently. "Who me? No, of course not. In fact, the only thing I want you to wear right now is your wedding ring."Susan stared at the ring on her finger, and then up at her best. If that is okay with you?"She laughs and nods for me to continue. "We have reservations at that fancy French place that you read about." She smiles. "Then we are going to take a cab to Club X and get giggity wit it!" You're such a dork!" She rolls her eyes playfully."And I got us a room that overlooks old downtown." I lean and whisper against her shoulder. "Then I am going to devour your body into the wee hours of the morning" biting at her skin sending goose bumps down her arm."Oh god," She. " I tried to make my voice calm. "This is the ex?" I poured the drink into my throat straight from the bottle-mistake, trying to be cool I started coughing and choking like it was my first hit of the 420. You idiot, I thought to myself. You let yourself get attached to this girl and this dumb bullshit happened. "Yes," she said when I finished coughing, "but put yourself in my shoes. He was the first man to make me feel desirable and like a woman." "I get all that," I said roughly, the SoCo. Within minutes, Gail lost any awareness of me and the camera. Her eyes were fixed on the brush handle invading her pussy. “Oh God! Oh God! Mike, I’m going to cum.” Her legs were bent at the knees, pulled up towards her head and spread; her head was bent forward; her face was red with just a few beads of sweat forming on her forehead; her teeth were clenched in determination; and, she continued to aggressively, even violently, slam the brush into her wet slit with both hands. Her juices ran.