." he started, but I didn't let him finish as I went rushing out of his room before he could say another word.Staggering into my room, I slammed the d...or shut and stood leaning back against it as the tears came flooding down my cheeks. Why had I let him do that? He had touched me. He'd touched me . . . down there. I'd let him touch me. My son had touched my pussy! He had put his fingers inside me! I was a whore. How could I have let him do that? I wanted to dig a hole, crawl into it and pull. I had never been to this area and was turned on when I saw several adult bookstores, a nice shady park, and what looked like a couple of “alternative” clubs in the area. I pulled in a little after 4pm and went to the front desk where I found the manager was waiting patiently for me. His name was bro. He was in his early forties and had remained fairly good looking and fit. I found out later that bro had worked construction for several years until his parents gave him the family business. . She has, after all, not been given permission to say who she is and exactly what she is now) ... person they made me. I may be Jennifer again, but will I ever escape from who I became, even in these innocent, intimate moments?" Well done!" What?" I said 'well done, ' for reliving that memory for me." Oh." How do you feel now?" About brushing?" Well, all right, start with that. About brushing?" I am still doing as I have been told." Does this memory make you want to change?" Not really, because. "Take me to your husbands bed," Jerome requested."You want to fuck me in my marital bed?" I was confused."Nothings better then seeding another mans wife in his bed," I started to catch on, this was all part of the conquering ritual.I started to sway toward the bedroom, Jerome admiring my ass as he followed. I could not beleive how excited I was becoming, leading Jerome to the master bedroom. I was going to let him fuck me in my husbands marital bed.Upon entering the master bedroom Jerome.