"That was the bravest thing I've ever seen you do, Gwendoline. They all said how much they admired the way you just stood there and let her do that to...you. No one would speak to her afterwards and her husband just turned his back on her." That's not the effect I intended" said Gwen. "I was ashamed of flirting with John and then humiliating her by kissing him in front of her. I deserved to be knocked out and I'm glad I was. It's a pity she didn't win the original fight and leave me lying out in. It was just that in a single week, she’d lost her job, her home, and her boyfriend, and she was feeling the need for a little reaffirmation.It wasn’t like she’d gone to Northwestern to be a weather girl. She wanted to do sports journalism like Erin Andrews, or Kristin Cavallari. She had the background for it. She’d played NCAA Power-Five softball all four years at Northwestern.But the powers-that-be at the local Fox station took one look at her, and the next thing she knew, she was standing up. At that stage she thought that I just meant her to turn him on "accidently"This was a real idea, but also the thought of her submitting to him really turned me on . I think like many mothers the idea of arousing their son gave them a naughty kick, and me encouraging her and giving her a reason to do so, salved her conscience. So I started her off on a dual approach, getting her to hug and cuddle him a lot and to reassure him that he was the first man in her life bar no other, and that she loved. My right hand was fully occupied, in both cupping his balls and mashing them against my clit. He buried himself balls-deep inside me. His hands moved from their grip on either side of my hips and I felt a new sensation. His fingers lingered either side of my sacral dimples, his thumbs making small circles in them.“I just love your cute dimples, Jay. So sexy,” he said breathlessly.I felt his hands move; then jolted, as I felt a probing digit. I was unsure if it was his finger or his thumb..