But most of this past week, she’s been meditating,” J.J. replies with a shrug. “Dude, I’m glad that we fucked her, but her that chick is SO fu...king messed up!” Aaron replies. Thursday, June 30. As per his usual routine, Aaron takes a break after finishing up Jen’s back yard and before starting to work on her front lawn. His gorgeous neighbor had been out on her deck earlier, as usual in her bikini, but she had gone back into the house shortly before Aaron started his break. The sweaty, bare. She said, Eww, that feels like it has sand in it. I told her it was supposed to feel that way and continued to scrub. I took a step closer and placed my hardness against her. She flinched but let me continue. I showed her how to work it into each finger and under her nails. I thought I felt her actually push back slightly against me. I placed my face next to her right ear and smelled her loveliness. I picked up a towel and began drying my hands. I handed her the towel but stood my ground. I. She said that she was attracted to him and did fancy this guy a lot. I suggested that we should both meet this guy and talk to him and see how pleasant and good boy he is. She hugged and kissed me, telling me that I was the best hubby in the world, and we had a very good sex that night. A couple of days later she called me and said that he was already there, for lunch and was sitting there reading a magazine. I walked to the café. I went in and ordered a coffee without acknowledging Huanna,. The blindfold, the gag... the awful people. The monstrous dog, its panting tongue. And the pain at the centre of it all. Her Mistress had done nothing to save her, nothing to protect her.Most of all there was the shame. It was the shame of knowing how those people had been watching her. They had witnessed the wild pleasure that had seared through her bound body. And they must have concluded correctly that she had no control over the slut inside her.A dry sob shook her shoulders. She had never.