“You have one chance to explain yourself before I turn on the tape,” she said as her finger rested on the play button.“I do not know what you ar... talking about, Sue.”“Okay, have it your way.” She turned on the VCR and there it was.The tape showed Abby and I in the shower making love. I did not know what to say. The shock on my face did not phase Sue.“You had no idea Abby and I are roommates. She and I are not lovers. You cheated on me.”I tried to explain but Sue would not have it, Abby had told. As she settled into a rhythm, she sucked her fingers to moisten them, and went to work on her clit.She was bouncing far more than rocking this time. The difference was profound for Rodney as her canal milked him. He felt the tickle in the head of his cock turn into an itch in short order.The loss of sensation from the condom wasn't going to save him this time.Grunts and groans escaped him as he fought the rush toward the eruption his body desired. Denise was no less vocal, raising her voice in. "Tricia, this is John Old." I nodded back. "John runs the garage and has brought over a special project that he'd like us to take a look at," she inclined her head to indicate the unknown vehicle in her driveway.I walked over to it, the adults behind me. It was an older model Jeep Cherokee, four door, painted a dark, shimmering blue. I circled it, careful of the slightly slick ground, noting a few minor rust spots, good-looking leather upholstery, the spare tire on the back. It was very clean,. "What the hell? I thought, looking around the room and considering thefemale managers. Somebody had been robbing my videos and passing it offas their own. I wouldn't mind if they asked."She's been in the business a while. And we all know she's a real cheer-leader for her team-"Jesus, I froze, face turning white.Lyn stared at me. That perfectly pleasant exterior, but I knew what shewas thinking underneath: I've got you. Finally. Our little battle is overand I've won."-always the last to take.