”I started to shake my head and was about to inform her that I would be dead if I were to let a woman touch my wife, but my eyes were transfixed on ...he token she held out to me, the one with a star on it. I looked at her breasts wobble as she shook her shoulders from side to side; smiling furtively at me all the time. I felt my breathing increase as my hand reached out to take it.I knew it was wrong, we had made rules, Melissa and I should stick to them. I swallowed hard as my hand contacted. On the proverbial shoestring I gradually got abusiness idea off the ground and a year later Mary took over the sellingpart while I handled installations.It got a bit rough at times but then things took off and by the time wewere in our thirties Mary and I would arrive at the office each morningholding hands as husband and wife. After seven or eight hours as businesspartners, she guiding the large sales force and me supervising the crews,we left again the same way.Early on we decided to fight. Slap right cheek slap left cheek slap right cheek like this she must have give me at least 20 slaps & my face was red with her finger marks as well as was burning. She again caught hold of my ear & made me stand & looked at my cock & said “ Look at your self I am punishing you & you are getting erected, this I want to take care of. Open your zip & show me what erection do you have ?” I was again reluctant she held my ear & with the other hand opened my zip, I was ashamed & shocked but she was. " Yeah, I can't let you do that," I replied her patiently, trying desperately not to focus on the sex joke that had just popped into my head. "Friends don't let friends get pummeled to death!" Oh, I won't die," shre returned with a sort of quiet laugh. And she gave me a peck on the cheek and ran out of my apartment before I could stop her. I didn't hear from Wendy again for nine hours, and that whole time, I was feeling guilty as shit. But, of course, she didn't die, after all. I couldn't get.