"I'm sorry, Steve. Look, I didn't let Brad fuck my ass! But... but I will let you if it will make things better." I turned around to look at Steve, lo...ging for his expression to change to something sweet or happy. Instead, he still looked pissed off as he thrust his dick into my ass and I gasped! Yes, it hurt. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I wasn't lubricated by anything other than the juices from my vagina that were still on Steve's cock. I was uncontrollably saying, "Ow!". ’ ‘Where?’ ‘I work in the perfume department at Mark Foys.’ ‘You knew the deceased, Elizabeth . . . Jones, is this correct?’ ‘Who?’ ‘You probably know her as Betty.’ ‘I knew her to talk to but I didn’t associate with her socially, or any of the other girls for that matter.’ ‘Did you know that Betty was pregnant?’ ‘Yes, I heard some of the girls talking about it.’ ‘Did you know that she had planned to have an abortion?’ ‘She asked me if I wanted to buy her dressing table set because she needed. ”“Oh, how so?” Wyatt said, amusement showing.“Affairs are expected when it comes to rich men like me. It is even encouraged. For women, it is a different story.”“We are expected to sit at home and wait for our husbands to come back from some lower-class tart and put a smile on our faces,” Ms. Standburg said. “This will not change but there is a loophole in people’s perceptions. Cheating by women is frowned upon, seduction, however, is almost admired.”Now he understood. “So, I am to play the. Pete was by now very obviously aroused, his cock pushing hard against the restraint of his trousers. Hilary dropped her hand from his mouth, running her nails lightly down his chest until her hand was resting on his erection. 'I think it is time we went upstairs to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable,' she said, and catching hold of his hand, she pulled him up, and led him out of the room and up the stairs. By now I was feeling very horny, not just because of the sight of Hilary making.