She knows that I still can not push thoughts of him from my mind and yet, she accepts it and still presses on with me. She continues to come visit me,...stay with me, talk to me like young lovers should and there is never any question of her feelings towards me. She isn't torn between two people. It's just me that she cares for and wishes to give her attention to. It's a nice feeling to have and it is an amazing thing to see, inspiring even, but I often worry that I am hurting her in the same way. Veronica said that her bottom had been felt a couple of times by the guys who where dancing past. She said that someone had tried to insert a finger into her pussy but couldn't quite manage it as we danced away. Word must have spread because suddenly there where several guys without their wives just standing around the room watching us. Veronica said that she would like a drink, so we went back to the main lounge. I left Veronica sitting on a couch, her short gym-slip was pulled up and you. The deal was that I was able to stay in their guest bedroom and in exchange, I was responsible for making sure nothing bad happened to the house while they were on vacation. It didn't pay very well, but I didn't really have to do anything and I got to stay in a huge house right on the shores of Lake Michigan. The house belonged to the Harper family, David and Dillion. They made their fortune when David sold his upstart business to Yahoo during the dot com boom in the late 1990s. David was in. Or the way she looked at me with a very small, almost undetectable, evil grin as she said it. Which ever one it was, it had me scared. I promptly did as I was told. And when I return all whored up. She said to me "get your sorry worthless sissy faggot ass cum holes in the car. Little sissy faggot has to go to her room for a few day." We then drove to the sleaziest motel in town. As I sat in the car waiting for her to return with the key, I can remember being so scared that I though about.