I took my master key and inserted it. They had probably step- ped out for a moment, I thought. The instant I entered the room, I realized that there w...s someone in the shower. I started to leave the towels on the bed, but as I opened the door to leave, I heard a man’s voice. “In here,” I heard. I turned. There was a man standing in the doorway to the bathroom. I could see his head and his shoulders. “Your towel is on the bed, sir,” I said. To my surprise, he. ’ I suppose I should feel lucky you didn’t use the knife on me, as you threatened to do so many times. Seriously, I doubt this letter will cause you more than a moment of guilt. That’s not my reason for writing. What I really wanted to tell you is, ‘Thanks.’ You taught me something, even if it took a black eye and a few broken ribs to learn it. Next time, don’t tell your wife that her mother is a better lay than she is. She might not be as nice about it as I was. After all, weren’t you. I turned sideways to look at my ass. It had grown rounder and protruded prominently. I arched my back and my tits stood out in contrast to my backside. I watched my reflection as I took my right hand and ran it down my side and gently rubbed the outside of my pussy, which was becoming engorged. I wanted to see myself. I wanted to see my pussy. I sat down on the floor.Tilting the mirror downward I could get a better look. The tiny hairs that were virtually invisible stood just enough so that the. ” He chuckles quietly, his eyes never straying from my chest, and I can suddenly feel his gaze physically on my nipples. “John,” he replies. “I’m John. Jenna and John. J and J, huh!” The urge to fight drains out of me as if somebody has pulled the plug. I slump against the backrest and sigh. “You know,” I tell him matter-of-factly, “the situation’s rather unfair right now.” “Uh-uh,” he confirms, and with a bit of effort, he draws his eyes away from my tits. Finally, when our gazes meet, the.