Well, the details were a little vague, but it gave her a thrill. She rubbed two fingers up and down her furry mount, and adelicious tingly feeling acc...mpanied her fantasy. "This slavemust be punished!" said her master, who spoke English, not Latin. A little shiver of fear, entirely contrived, added zest to herpredicament, as she was whipped across her thighs and belly, theRoman slave whip feeling too much like a hairbrush. When her Roman master's attentions failed to excite herfurther, she. He was her other half and now that both of them were among the living once again she didn’t want to waste any time being apart.As for the second qestuon? Well, the answer was quite simple: she forgave him because she was the one that had set the entire affair up.Scott didn’t realize that, of course. And Emma certainly hadn’t. The White Queen could only achieve orgasm by knowing she was taking something that didn’t belong to her; Jean knew that once Scott and Emma had become a couple the only. Out sprang the thing I was needing most. Tall, proud, throbbing, and dripping the pre-cumm juice I loved more then maple syrup. I sank to my knees and sucked down every inch of my mans meat. I sucked till he was on the verge, and then stood up. I propped one leg up on a stool and jutted my nearly naked ass at my lover. Keith pulled bikini thong to one side and rammed in all 8 inches in one long hard stoke, causing me groan out real loud. Ooohh fuck thats what I neeeeded. I groaned. About six. Now, here she is happy in love. She's going to see him today. They've been seeing each other almost everyday, I think. It's Saturday morning. She usually does her laundry and errands, but today is different. His wife is out of town with their daughter visiting her parents up north. She'll be gone until next weekend. He told her he had the day off. She agreed to go to his house. She'd take the city bus. He'd leave the door unlocked so she could just walk in as if they were married and be with.