Both a little gun-shy, we tap-danced around each other for about a month before I brought it to her attention. “We have to stop. People yell at each...other in a real relationship. They get huffy, they pout, it doesn’t mean they don’t love their significant other, it just means they’re human. Stop worrying about how I react and say what you feel.”She started, then giggled, and after that I’d get an occasional earful over my shortcomings. I gave as good as I got, but it was never said in anger. " "What is that?" I took a deep breath before answering, "Glenn thinks he's in love with me. He said so last night, before you found us in the living room." "Well, that's really not surprising. How could anyone not be in love with you after being inside that magnificent pussy of yours? Here is the million dollar question. How do you feel about him?" Chris's question caught me off guard. I did not expect it. "I am not sure what you are asking me," I answered nervously. "Let me ask what I really. ”We saw her visibly shaking. She released his cock, looking up at him. “Take me home Frank,” she said, “take me home and fuck me, you can have my arsehole if you like but fist my cunt first.”“I want Alice to watch,” he said, “it’s time for her to do more than just suck my cock.”“Okay darling,” she said, “let’s take a DVD home, one with some big dogs, we can watch it while you do me.”“Okay,” he said, doing his trousers up while she tried to get her tits back into her bra. We all laughed again. '"He takes too long to answer and I squeeze his precious balls ever-so-tightly prompting him to grudgingly squeak, "Thank you, Mistress."I smile at the hatred forming in his eyes. I don't care. He can't hate me more than I hate him - or more accurately hate what he represents. "Now strip and sit on the couch," I command, smiling my sweetest wicked smile.His eyes never leave mine as he removes his clothes. He will be harder to break than the rest. He moves to the couch and sits down, frowning at.