“I'm having you tonight, in ways I'm sure you’ve never been had before." His eyes pierced mine again and he reached for a breast. I went to say, �...�No” but he covered my mouth with his. He squeezed my breast, kneaded it, pinched my nipple. And I moaned. He continued pinching and pulling my nipple while his other hand delved inside the slit of my dress and cupped my wet pussy. Yes, oh my god yes, I was wet, very wet. There was no denying that I wanted this man, but I was married and knew it was. Placed on both himself and my balls it does tend to bring things to ‘full mast’ very, very quickly. Or maybe it’s just my anatomy that’s suspect? Answers on a postcard some other time!No matter, darling Mandy, pleased as she was at not just my readiness, but also my willingness to play was now giving me the pleasure and indulgence of a deep-throat final warm up. She muttered, “He’s ready.” Then turning round she put her hands on the stairs and bent forward to let me take her from behind.Her. You even put them in the spokes of your bicycle tires!”“You enjoyed every minute of what we did, ‘Bad Joyce’!” I protested.I saw her center of gravity shift before she even moved her hand. I could easily have blocked what was coming, but I didn’t, accepting the hard, and well-deserved, slap across the face.“You fucking ASSHOLE! Is that what I was? A toy to play with and so long as I had orgasms, everything was OK? You are NOT that clueless! Or, maybe, on second thought, you are! Do you have ANY. I figured if I wore my skirt, no one would notice the lacking panty lines and there was nothing in a library that wearing a skirt without panties would hinder me from doing. About an hour before library closing, a man came in needing access to the archives. Mrs. Franks the head librarian had me assist him by letting him into the restricted section and helping find research materials. It was my night to close the library but Mrs. Franks said she would close up if I wasn't finished helping Ben in.