Everybody calls me Lennie, but I think I can get used to you calling me daddy.” She grinned in that bad-boy kind of way. Her cockiness had reached a...whole new level but it was such a turn on. “Good to meet you ... Lennie.” My face blazed with embarrassment. “It is good, isn’t it? So ... you always walk around butt-naked in strangers’ apartments or is this a special occasion?” Her cockiness grew and she seemed to get off on my reactions. The night before, Lennie enjoyed watching my body react to. My wife begged for her to stop as she couldn’t take it anymore. It was a few minutes later and my wife screamed out again in orgasm. Angela had fucked the hell out of my wife with the stap on cock and now had another idea for her.She pulled the strap on cock out of my wife and discarded it off to the side. Angela moved her naked body on top of my wife’s face. My wife had never sucked on another women’s pussy before, but she was about to. She told me to get undressed and fucked my wife while she. If I forced her to never see Gillian again, how long would it be before she grew resentful and I lost her? Then I wouldn’t be happy, would I!So the question was, did I love her enough to let her have her friendship with Gillian? Knowing that the chances are that it was likely to morph into something more? And if it did, could I cope with no longer being the only person in her life. Shit, deep down I knew that train had already left the station. I wasn’t the only person in her life.Then a random. She wasn't afraid. Surely not.The razor was in the bathroom drawer, the tiny piece easily removed from its machine. The edge glinted evilly in the light- dangerously sharp.The girl ran water over it, as hot as she could make it. Steam fogged the mirror, hiding her pale face.I can do this, she thought. She was half-tempted to test the blade, just to see how much it would hurt- but that would be silly. Knowing how much pain she'd face would not make it any less.She brought the warm metal against.