” Her eyes widened in shock. She wasn't used to be at someone's mercy. “No, please. Don't do that to me.” I grinned sarcastically. “Why not? N..., don't say it. You don't have to. You're free, but tell me... Would you rather have it sent to Mom by E-mail or by whatsapp? Wait... Or should I upload it to youporn right away?” A tear fell down the corner of her eye. “You know that crying isn't helping any. You just get what you deserve, whore! So now, would you please suck my dick – or shall I say. Steve didn't protest or pull away. They were solving a problem together."There wasn't any one moment where I decided to cheat on you," Barbara said slowly.She'd had to brace herself up before using the word that described what she'd done. It was never going to be easy using it. She hated it."It was months in coming to that end," she said quietly. "It was a little bit at a time... a hundred tiny steps in a direction I didn't know I was going. There was a time when I figured out I was doing. She told me she'd used it all through school when she was young and she really loved that ruler. It was one of the old fashioned wooden rulers, 12" long, a metal strip from top to bottom on one side for drawing straight lines. Not the cheap balsa wood rulers they give away. This one was thick and two and a half inches wide. It was even varnished. I hit the palm of my hand. It made a satisfying sound and was strong enough that I knew it wouldn't break. I stopped by the bathroom and picked up. "...One man was getting persistent, and a little too handsy. I tried to be polite, but he kept pushing. I finally told him I was waiting on my boyfriend, and he laughed."You've been in here two hours with your buddy. There is no boyfriend. Let's quit pretending, get a room, and do what you came here for."I slapped him. I didn't plan it, it just happened. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. The band had stopped, and the slap was pretty loud. Everyone looked, and a few laughed.He was.