’She showed up at the theater exactly when she was supposed to. The usher was in the theater and she smilingly introduced herself as Pam, asking if ...he could use the balcony. He gave her a big grin, as he allowed her to go alone to the balcony.Roger was waiting. “Hi, slut,” he began. She said to him in a soft voice, knowing it was almost her last plea.“Please, can’t you call me Kristen?”“Don’t like the name?” he said with a laugh.“No” was her whispered answer, and even then she just wasn’t. "You were the only one who took her for face value. A lot of it had to do with your youthfulness at the time, but you kept looking past whatever your family could not. You also were the only one who would just listen to her. One of my problems was I kept offering her advice. She didn't want advice, she just wanted someone to listen and you did that for her. She always knew you would grow up to be a man of good character. I know now that she was correct." You have only really known me for about. ” Jeanne laughed. “That's the truth.” She paused. After a moment she said, “Tell me about her.” “Her name is Rhonda. She's a waitress at Morton's. She's about our age.” “Is she pretty?” “She's a little overweight, but...” Grinning at me, Jeanne said, “I've looked at your porn collection. You have a thing for big busted women.” “And you have a thing for men with big cocks.” “Touche'. Is she married?” “She is, but her husband knows that she plays around.” “He's a cuckold.” “Just like me.” “Is she. She started, gasped, shocked. “The appropriate response is ‘Yes, Sir,’ ” I said. “Yes, Sir,” she said with a little smile, warming quickly to the game. I forced her small hands down to her sides then pushed the straps away from her shoulders and let the dress drop away. My hands slowly traced her smooth curves, feeling the arcs and turns of her body. Her skin was soft, like flower petals. When I undid her bra and slid her panties over her hips, they.