"Of course you would, you slut! But volunteer or not, if I want it, you'll do it," Sarah said with a chuckle.Betty didn't chuckle. "Yes, I will," she ...aid seriously."Are you sure that everything is OK?" Sarah asked."Um," Betty started."You are not going to begin hiding things from me, are you?" Sarah demanded. "Tell me what's wrong!" Please, Sarah, tell me to do something," uttered Betty quietly."What?" Sarah asked, confused."I miss you," Betty blurted out. "I miss having you telling me what to. ‘What the fuck does that mean anyway?’ she would ask herself. ‘How is it possible that it would occur to someone to say it? How does one think too much?’ But in the end she decided that the comment was a mark of stupidity made by people who didn’t think at all and were proud of it. Prideful ignorance had always infuriated her, more so than anything else. It was one thing to be unaware of something but quite another to shun knowledge and be boastful about it. ‘I don’t know shit about. Following heated arguments on his unattended phone calls and completely shut down communications, I was furious and stormed outside his house while Jaya was watching with confusion from upstairs, I have ignored her and proceeded out. Next day morning I was busy with my work there was call from Jaya and she queried about my odd behavior yesterday with her husband and I have explained the money issue between me and him, she started sobbing and promised me that all my money will be returned in. I pushed her on her back, got between her legs, pressed my dick against her pussy, and shoved hard. I slid most of the way in, backed off a bit, and pushed hard enough to sink completely into her.“What was it you wanted?” I asked.“I want you to fuck me!” she growled.I withdrew most of the way and sunk all the way in, then withdrew most of the way and stopped.“I’m sorry, I forgot what I was supposed to do.”“If you don’t start fucking me, I’m going to cut it off with a kitchen knife!” she.