I am cringing inside and my pussy, loves it. "Now, my little whore bitch. I want you to drop those pantiesall the way and show me that nasty little sn...tch of yours." Rachel tellsme. My whole body flushes with heat from embarrassment and want. My pussyis stewing in it's own juices. I cannot stand it. This is making me sick, butI cannot stop myself. Why does my body react to her like this? Why can't Istop it? Why can't I stop her? When I hook my fingers through my pantiesRachel says, "Spread your. .. provided you get those numbers this week," she smiled.I felt relieved and yet chastened by this woman. She was in her fifties, married almost thirty years to a successful artist, Darren Powell. Like her, he was brilliant at his chosen craft, extremely well read, possessed of a lively sense of humour and he loved his spouse passionately. They seemed on the surface to be opposites, but they were anything but. I kicked myself once more for not including her right from the start. Thankfully,. But now I just don’t know. This week has me so confused. I feel like shit. This is not a good time to talk, Sue. What if I said I loved you but I didn’t? That would be even worse.”“So, ... what are you saying?”“I’m not saying anything. I just need to think about it. I can’t think right now. I need some time.”“We didn’t say we were going steady, did we?”“No. I guess we didn’t.”“Then I have no right to tell you not to screw around.”“Yes, you do. I let you down and you don’t know how bad I feel. I had arranged, of course, for Frank to come over fifteen minutes after he saw us return home. His grin was as big as mine when I answered the door. I motioned him to be quiet and led him back to the bedroom. When I walked in Bonnie said, “Who was . . .?” And then she saw Frank. I thought she was embarrassed at the restaurant, but her face went from red to pale, the back to red again as she realized she was caught playing at bondage, then remembered that she was naked under the.