Something definitely wasn’t right and it started to worry me. ‘What? Honey you are scaring me…’ I said. She sat looking down for a minute, sti...l sniffling, and then spoke barely above a whisper. ‘I am so afraid to lose you…Matt…’ She got up off me and slid back down by my feet and sat still for a minute. ‘I had sex with Jim…I am so sorry that I ever did it!!’ At this she put her head in her hands and started bawling as hard as I have ever seen. What do you say to that? I had no idea. I just sat. She slowly worked her hips and said to me, “I’ve thought about you too, Jay. There have been times when I have seen you with some of your little girlfriends and I just knew that I could take care of you a lot better than they could.” I listened to her as I sucked her nipples, “Want to go into the bedroom?” I stopped sucking her nipples and grabbed her ass and hips and asked her, “I can fuck you in your bed? Where your husband fucks you? Where you usually get fucked?” She smiled and slowed down. . Now go and do what I said before I blister your ass.” “Yes Master.” I speak lightly, in a tone I know I have lost this battle, and better start behaving. I crawl over to where we leave our toys. I grab the nipple clamps, and one of my favorite vibrators, I glance at him before slipping up on the bed. I tease my nipples as I caress and pinched them, I watch him from the corner of my eye, and I blush deeply as I please myself in front of him. Once I feel my nipples are hard I clamp them, I. I think so. Burgundy on the hall and the two stub walls, medium earth-tone on the big walls."She was gazing thoughtfully around the room, rising to stand in different locations to see whatever it was she was trying to see. I watched her. One hand on her hip, a fingertip on her lower lip, her eyes moving slowly from place to place. She belonged here. In a way, it was as if this house had been built for her, not my late friend. I wondered if she realized that yet.I sat propped up against the wall.