I’m-dying-please-stop-please-please-please-please.”But the pounding went on. She looked at him. He wasn’teven looking at her. He was...lost in pleasure, and atthat moment she did become angry. She hated him. She sawhis face getting redder and redder as he pounded herharder and harder, and then he opened his mouth andhowled. She felt him release inside her and shescreamed, not from pain this time, but because herordeal was finally over.***When Oliver got off of her, he. I walked back to my desk having retrieved what I wanted from on top of the filing cabinet. “stand” she obeyed, “lift up your skirt I want to see if you remembered all of it” she did willingly exposing dark stocking clad legs with deliciously pale creamy thighs above, suspenders, some dark blue satin and lace knickers with a suspiciously darker patch in the front, I think she was enjoying the anticipation or the vibrations on the train were more intense that I had ever remembered. “you did –. All of the stresses as well as the memories of him and everything about him converged in her groin. Her legs clamped together, her face flushed and she stood, frozen in place until the feelings and her orgasm subsided.Thankfully she had been alone in the booth, so no one else had seen her, but her face was still flushed when she opened the curtain again. "Cathy, what's the matter? Are you alright? Why is your..." and then she stopped asking because she recognized the signs and realized what had. I began to fuck Anita and she told me no, she wanted me to make love to her and rewarded me with good boy when I began making love to her.Anita, Joan and I had sex all night that night and this dominant play by Anita became more and more serious. Anita never interfered in out marital affairs or Joan’s extra curricular activities but she did move in with us. Joan would sleep on one side of me and Anita on the otherOver the next twelve months Joan ended up quitting her job and was traveling.