“Maybe I’ll stop being angry in a few days, maybe I’ll find out there’s enough people out looking for me that I need to look over my shoulder ...or the rest of the year. At this point, I don’t know that I can forgive more. I’m not a saint. There comes a point where I have to say ‘fuck them’ and walk away. We’re there. We’ve been there for a while, if we’re being honest about it. I’ve just been too stubborn to give up.”“Don’t think we don’t appreciate it. You could have washed your hands of them. He’d take the panties from my mouth just long enough to tell me to clean up my mess. He’d push me down, and I’d start by licking his feet, then up his calves to his knees, then up his thighs, until I’d cleaned up every drop of piss from his legs. Then he’d put the panties back in my mouth and tighten them. He’d take me by the hand again and lead me out of the bedroom. We’d go back through the house, and come to a door I hadn’t seen in the initial tour. He’d open it, and lead me through it and. My hard nipples were pointing forward as I threw my bra with the rest in my bag. I noticed how Manisha was staring at my body, her eyes moving from my breasts to my pussy and back up to my breasts. She was holding her bikini and first put her bikini top on. She tied the knot behind her back and slipped her bikini panties on, pulling them tight. That bikini looked perfect around her body. She was made for that bikini, her long blonde hair waving on her shoulders. I grabbed my bikini and put it. It became increasingly distracting as he ran his hand up and down my bare thigh. “Can you stop it?” I said nervously. “Why?” He asked. “It’s putting me off,” I replied. “Oh, okay.” He smiled. His hand continued to rub from my leg. Each stroke, he came closer to my pussy and distracted me more. I encountered another player and at the exact same time, Daniel squeezed my pussy through my panties which immediately put me off my game. “What the actual fuck Daniel?!” I yelled as his hand continued.