I released her foot with one hand and freed my erection out the leg of my shorts and pressed the sole of her foot against it as I continued to massage...it. She made no sign that she could feel it and I was quite disappointed, as I had hoped for some reaction, even if it was negative.I put my other hand on her knee and slowly slid it up the inside of her thigh, waiting for her hand to come down and prevent me going any higher, but she offered no resistance, just kept looking at the TV screen.. I don't know what made me more sick, theways that I was used as a sexual outlet for Davidson, or the ways thatThompson used my wife.I scrolled back three years, before my meeting with Thompson, to see ifI could find the truth and sat back as I understood what had happened.Thompson and Davidson had met at a medical conference in 2016. Ourcompany was working on neural therapy treatments as a new form ofpsychiatric treatment that didn't require drugs. Operating on the brainand fixing the neural. He said well good last night was Leons last nightI fired him so we can start moving stuff in now. Relieved I thouht everything would be ok now.It was only a week before the wedding and we worked every night putting things in the house,things were going so well I almost forgot about Leon. On wednesday before the wedding we had worked at the house we had both drove to the house and around 10:00 we decided to leave. After I kissed my fiancee goodnight I got in my car and left after I had driven a. I could feel heat and a faint dampness through her jeans."Ahhh..." she sighed. "Yes!" She pushed up against my hand, rubbing her cunt against my probing fingers. I stroked her pussy firmly, enjoying Erin's eager response, while I wondered idly what was bugging me.Meanwhile, Erin wasn't wasting any time. She slid a hand down between us. I heard the pop of her jeans being unsnapped and then the rasp of a zipper being pulled down."C'mon," Erin said. "Touch me." Then, before I could move to comply,.