She knew what was coming. She prayed the shop owner would never notice the shine of cream she could feel on her cunt and so pressed her legs tighter t...gether."I will make it red. Ask me. Ask me to dress you perfectly." Please...please make my bottom red. Make me...dress me perfectly."The first strike was hard and she jolted forward and tried to stand but the woman's other hand on her back prevented it."Stay very still. Stay in place." She reached a hand to the closest rail of clothes for. She gave it a turn at the base and it began vibrating. Shelooked me in the eyes. Hers were filled with lust. She mounted thedildo and pleasured herself on top of me. She leaned over so that Icould lick her nipples and run my hands over her. This is the firsttime that I had not been tied to her bed. She went wild screwingherself on me. I got absolutely no pleasure out of it, just morefrustration. She had a screaming orgasm and collapsed on top of me. "I've been needing a good hard fuck. Dresses, sandals, bathing suits, beach towels, and last but not least… a few good romance books. I did a quick change into a white, lightweight, cotton sundress and snagged one of the books from the table. A bottle of water, my sunglasses, and I was prepared to relax on my balcony while the ship finished getting out to sea. So there I was engrossed and completely lost to the world around me. I didn’t even feel the ship leave port and was so caught up that it wasn’t until darkness encroached. Why the hell would I settle for him?" The woman gestured to her lush curves, as the silk of her dress subtly shifted to further highlight the movement. "He wasn't even a good fuck. Two minutes of pumping, and then it was lights out."As I watched the woman I loved berate me, my heart began to harden. I had long suspected, in the back of my mind, that she was only using my. But, I had denied it, and ignored the signs. She was to charming and fun to be around for me to even consider that horrible.