"And how do you know more about it than the healing women? If you continue to defy them, I will have your pallet put on a wooden frame and have you ti...d to it. Do not keep acting as if you were a naughty child," I said, and left before he made me slap him.The whole little scene just reinforced my decision not to be a Zakat, or not for long anyway. It also made me wish for plaster of Paris. With just a little of it we could have put his whole leg in a cast, so there'd be no chance he could open. ’ ‘You? Why?’ ‘Because, well because I’m shy, I mean really shy. I’m terrified to talk to strangers, especially women, I get scared I’ll say something stupid and they’ll laugh at me. I never feel like that with you though. I can talk to you.’ ‘You were talking OK with those two girls at the party!’ He laughed, ‘I was putting on an act and hoping to hell they’d get bored and leave me alone. I was sure that they were just making fun of me. They probably were. You leaving the room looking upset. You can like it or not, but I will do anything I want to you. You are a powerless little slut, now spread those legs!" Feeling totally helpless, she began to spread her legs as far apart as her panties trapped around her knees would let her and then she felt his hard cock press at her entrance and the previous sex had made her very wet, so he slid right in up to the hilt. She saw an older man grab his wife and spirit her off, she felt totally degraded, then he whispered in her ear, "I think. Wally was tall and athletic, the target of many of the females at this club, Vivian included. Watching his lean and muscular physique pumping that prudish red-haired cunt got Vivian dripping more than she could ever recall. She wondered if Dr. Samuel Finkelstein knows how well his wife is doing with her tennis lessons. As Vivian toweled of again, she could hear Wally and Jess still at it. She couldnt help herself and returned to watch this sexual scene. Still wrapped in a towel, Vivian was once.