You told me that I’d been abusive and that John couldn’t see anything for the future but more abuse if he stayed.”“Could you not talk so loud?...�� he asked, still wincing as he nursed his coffee, trying to recover while he was under siege.The rest of us stayed well out of the line of fire. Sissy and Marty had no dog in this fight. They were just happy spectators. I was keeping my mouth out of it too. It involved me, but I was made a spectator. Janice met my eye and smirked a little before she. I was hers. Her kisses became stronger, rougher. My knees felt weak. She ran her armsaround me, her cool flesh penetrating the weave of the bodysuit, then coveredmy eyes, my face with her hand. It smelled like old wool and camphor, smellsthat I found intoxicating. I kissed those fingers, and tried to raise myarms to touch her, but the sleeves had some how become caught on the fabricof the bodysuit, and I could not raise them. I tried but they were fast atmy sides, and I did not want to. Fuck!” Bobbie kept repeating, even as I groaned beneath and enjoyed the sweet warmth and wetness of her married cunt.“Yes, I am,” I managed to get that joke out, but just barely.The laugh that it triggered also caused Bobbie to involuntarily clench my cock, making me cum far inside her sweet, slippery slit at last. I was embarrassed at cumming so fast the first time inside her snatch, but she looked down at me and winked. I started to stammer out an apology, but she shook her head and kissed. ”He came over with her panties and shoes. Having her first step into the panties, which he just sighed over their sad shape. Then he had her step into her shoes, again a long sigh. “Emma, I am going to have to teach you how to properly dress, to be attractive to who you shall serve.” Emma, wide-eyed, just nodded her head. Then he brought the silk blouse, the only nice thing she had worn. Starting at the bottom, Donald buttoned it only to just above the lower edge of her breast. Now, she was.