‘Yes,’ I replied in the same whispered tone, my eyes momentarily dropped to show my full submission to his will. ‘Then I will allow you to fulfi...l one of your fantasies,’ he offered as he reached down to his pants and began to undo them. My heart raced once more as I glanced to either end of the tunnel in fear of someone having been in with us. When Richard saw my hesitation he reached for my face and again gently caressed my cheek. ‘Be my little bitch… my little slut… and I will make you. I was so embarrassed.Instead of yelling at me, she calmed me down, saying it was alright, just fun, and held me and stroked me and fondled me. Told me I was so pretty. I felt so good as she comforted me. 'Come with me, baby sweet princess," she said. Taking me by the hand.She brought me into her room and laid me on the bed and slowly undressed herself, her undies were pretty, with white lace around the edges. As she removed them, I could see that she had a shaved pussy underneath, no hair. “Did they say how many to take?” he asked his wife, still clinging to him like he was in danger of drowning. He could feel her anxiety as if it had transferred through her arms into him.“Don’t... I can get a job, my parents can move in and look after the kids. We can make it work,” she practically sobbed into his back.Stan put down the pills on the counter as he turned to his wife of the last twenty years. His own eyes started to tear up. He hugged her close, snuggling her head next to. ..slowly...his fingers eased under the legband of the panties. She knew how much he loved that feel...the wetness...the warmth...to him it was intoxicating.... and on this day, she could tell she was deliciously wet. His fingers slipped through the soft silky curls... rubbing ... teasing...finding their way to her wonderful "little magic button." As he touched it, she froze... then let out a soft, low moan.What must the person on the other end of the phone be thinking? She now had the phone.