May I use your shower? I used most of my towels for padding my valuables for the move and have not had a chance to wash them yet. I feel so sticky and...itchy. Brenda showed Tabatha to the bathroom and brought her a large towel and spare robe, she also told Tabatha that she could put her clothes into the wash. Brenda decided that she needed to take a shower after Tabatha finished. As she slipped into her own robe she ran her hand over her pussy, she was wet. Tabatha soon finished her shower and. One day, Cara was in the break room when she got a call on her cell phone from Amy. “Hey, Amy! What’s up? Do you want to get lunch today?” Cara asked. “Not today. I brought a sandwich, but I need to ask you for a really big favor.” “Sure. How can I help?” asked Cara. “It’s my boyfriend, Cara. I think he’s been cheating on me lately.” “Uh-oh, that’s not good. What makes you think he’s cheating?” She inquired. “Lately he’s been so focused on fucking my ass that he’s become mad at me for not. Do not abuse that.''No sir!' Miss Jones playfully slapped her hand.All evening, Miss Jones found ways to tease Sir while knowing her place. She was suggestive with her food, gently sucked a Julienne slice of raw carrot, licked gravy juice from a spoon. She saw Sir being aroused, amused and annoyed all at once. She knew she would incur consequences later. The car park was dark, the bonnet parked facing a wall. Suddenly Sir took Miss Jones by the hand, pushed her onto the bonnet and ripped her. She had sent at least three texts but gave up when it was obvious I was not going to respond. Three months later I’d arranged to meet some friends in a wine bar in town. The bar was busy and my friends were all gathered when, typically, I arrived late. I was made welcome, kissed by a couple, patted by others and moved to stand with my best friend, Judy and her husband, Mike but naturally known as Punch, who had never discovered that Judy had once indecently assaulted me in her kitchen. I still.