" He stopped mid sentence to cough and clear histhroat and started in again, "See? I told you so. What the hell is wrongwith my voice?" Nothing's wron... 'Jackie.' Your voice is lovely and so are you. In factyou're really quite beautiful. But I don't know if I will ever forgiveyou for making me have to wait for another whole year before I can alsobe a beautiful young woman like you." And she started to giggle almosthysterically.Jackie stopped and looked down and was shocked to see her view. “What if the housekeeper sees it?” I asked with a churlish look of disbelief.“You can ask to help her clean the room, or stay as you are,” Master replied. He had a habit of answering questions like he had already debated the issue in his head and had the answer written down somewhere. The fact that he always had a plan and a reason behind that plan made me feel more confident about agreeing to his rules.Back inside the main house, we kissed and hugged the kids goodbye and then set off on our. Am I not allowed to want that now that I’m a married mom? “My k**s won’t be home until 4,” I said as I moved closer to him. “And my husband won’t be home until nighttime, not like he pleases me anyway,” I placed my hand on Michael’s thighs, and without a doubt, I saw a rise come from his basketball shorts.“I could tell you were a whore when I first saw you,” he said as pulled me on top of him. Was I really a whore? I was happy to accept it.“Yes, I’m a dirty whore,” I said proudly. I pulled off. Her breasts were large and firm. She had an improbably narrow waist and wide hips. She hopped onto the bed, sitting cross legged, totally at home in her skin. She held out a hand in invitation. With a sigh, I dropped my pajama pants and sat facing her while my prick rose, having a mind of it's own.“I'm glad to see you like what you see.” she said, nodding down at my prick, “The first thing we need to do is get you out of the friend zone.”She hitched herself closer until our knees touched. .