Even when she was awake, she was too lethargic to focus. It was like her body was trying to force her into a coma.She had been seeing a new specialist...and things seemed to be improving. She had been sleeping normally for most of the past week, so something must have been working.I was studying for a midterm when she knocked on my bedroom door, walking right in before I could say “Come in!”“Hey Ben,” she seemed uncharacteristically nervous. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”“I guess so,” I. ’It was as though someone said it for me. “I’d be delighted.”“Good, I’ll arrange it,” said Sue as she stood and then strolled away.What had I just done! Had I not learned from Friday night? What was I going to say to Dave? ‘Sorry mate, can’t go through with DPing Claire because I’ve got to bareback Annabel’. Shit and fan on collision course. Again. I gave my new brains an involuntary squeeze. Dave had gone off to the kitchen to prepare the meal, so I joined the others. As I walked towards. All of this was drawing us closer and closer, subtly at first and then more noticeably. Her looks at me were longer and smokier instead of just fleeting glances. Unlike the six years before, she now never left the office without directly telling me when she’d be back, “in case there’s any work we need to do together.” She really is smart and pretty and I began to find myself inextricably drawn to her. We are both married but I could feel there was something happening between us that was. Her screams filled their, she twisted round uselessly in her bounds, begging me to stop.« Go on scream bitch » I snarled, « I love to hear sluts like you scream in agony, and no, I’m not going to stop until your filthy cunt is totally destroyed you filthy whore »She continued to howl as I thrashed her cunt, at 50 strokes it was swollen and black, at 60 strokes she stopped screaming and began to moan. at the 100th lash, her cunt began to drip and after another ten she arched her back and with a.