I am married, so is she. We had connected immediately. We were too close, sharing every detail about each other all the time. So close we had become, ...e used to give each other minute by minute update.It was a Thursday, the day we had decided to meet. I booked a hotel room and was eagerly waiting for her. Sia came smiling, wearing blue jeans and a top. (Though a bit hesitant but she did come). She was well aware that we would fuck. I got her a bottle of her favorite red wine.I waited for her to. Television was very loud and he lived all alone. I was facing the other side sitting on the couch. He started licking my pussy. He was enjoying my pussy. Then he stood up and positioned himself in the doggystyle. He placed his big black cock on my pussy and started sliding it inside me. I cried out of pain.I told him to stop. My pussy started bleeding and i fell down on the couch. He picked me up in his arms and took me to his bedroom. He threw me on his bed and cleaned blood from my pussy.. I told her to fuck the choir director in the choir loft and Reverend Bob somewhere in the church, preferably behind the pulpit. KM did manage to get it done, but that's another story.Chapter 10When last we left KM she was plotting how she would go about fucking Reverend Bob and Charlie Martin, the choir director. Frankly, I wondered if she was going to be able to do it. Oh, Charlie would probably be a pushover, but I had given KM a stipulation - it had to be in the choir loft and that could. But for some reason I didn’t want to say anything, so I just left it alone. Around 11:55 Liz finally says something. “I’m leaving for lunch. Did you get my email?” I replied, “Yeah, I got it”. “Cool, see you in a bit”. I almost forgot to mention the email. The night before I received an email from her which said: ‘Dear Awesome Boss’ (okay she didn’t write Awesome Boss, she typed my name, but wouldn’t have been cool if she did?) I checked and I do have oil. Lucky you! As I mentioned I won’t be.