She can see it. “He knowswhat a pervert I am,” she thinks. Bob asks her, “Which one is your favorite?” Mary can’tlook up... She is so embarrassed by this time that she canonly stare at the floor. Bob can see her face is brightpink. Mary hears Bob shaking another drink. He hands heranother margarita. She tastes it and it’s really strong.She gulps it down and hands the glass back to Bob. Bob says, “Don’t be embarrassed. Holy cow, I MADE thedang. We both know how much you enjoyed that. Having the access to spank my arse, as you ploughed into me hard and rough.” “My arse wasn’t the only thing you liked to spank though, was it? You loved making me squeal after an age of teasing me. You would slap my pussy… Oh god, do you know how much of a relief it was to feel the stinging contact of your hands against my aching pussy?” Her hand had descended and begun to stroke across her sex; pulling them, parting her lips, making her ache, just how. I’ll get the ice and be right back.”“Okay,” the chocolate driver replied. Damian watched as Braylin got out the truck. He noticed how slender Braylin’s waist was, but yet the ice-getter had a bubble booty.Braylin was switching.Damian was enthralled by its movement.Braylin completed his task and returned to the vehicle with two bags of ice.Damian put the SUV in drive. He said, “ Why don’t you like me?”“What,” inquired Braylin.“I’m just wondering.”“I do like you.”“Well, what do you like about. That the only reason you had not used me like a whore was because you loved me, you respected me and you treated me as an equal.Now as I face my lust, my lack of respect and the fact I treated you like a pet I realise I couldn't have any more regrets about what I had been doing with him.I am sorry my love, but infatuation doesn't begin to describe what I felt, the desires he brought out in me.When he told me he didn't want to share me anymore, I had a pang of guilt, so he told me I can give you.