Then she brushed it over them again. She did this routine a couple of times and each time I realized they were becoming more sensitive to the rub of t...e crop. I found myself actually wanting her so flick them then touch them with the little piece of leather. I looked down and realized my cock was dancing like it had a mind of its own. She stopped using the crop on my nipples, kissed them each one time, then turned to face my cock. Realizing what she was going to do, I was about to object when. "She gasped. I went on."Elaine, I believe you when you say it did not matter to you where you and I were concerned. I believe that you really saw it that way. You saw no danger for our marriage, you don't even see it now, do you? I truly believe that you never felt different about me. You could curl up in my arms and talk about having my child, knowing that you would let yourself be fucked by my boss at that party the very next day."Her face turned crimson. I took a gulp of my beer and. I came to know about her lonely life. What made her so alone and grieved. It was that her parents passed out when she was very young. She grew up with her uncle and aunt. Though they were obsessive she never complained. They made her do odd jobs but didn’t interfere in her studies as they knew she was a bright student. After 12th she joined the collage entirely funded by the scholarship amount. She also explained me if she loses the scholarship she loses the collage as her family could not. ‘Well, okay, but there’s no guarantee he’s over there.’ ‘That’s my girl,’ she said. Later that day we roamed the mall in search of the latest updates on our wardrobes. My hair added new, vigorous energy to my mood. I had never felt so full of life since I’d gone to the prom with Robbie Benson, my high school crush. We took a break from our serious searching for clothes to gape at the vintage shop on the right-hand side of the mall. ‘Check it out!’ I said. ‘We have to go in!’ Jenny and Monica.