“Alright, goodnight.” I said. He just laid there though. His body propped up with his elbow as he gave me a calm but confused look. “That’s it...” He asked. I didn’t open my eyes to look at him, I sort of just said “mhm” and tried to sleep. It wasn’t long before he started nudging closer to me and kissing on my neck, then my face. I pushed him away and groaned but he still kept kissing me. Then it was my neck again.. then he untied the two ribbons on my gown and grabbed my breast firmly before he. I had fucked up his macho image. "You should look at the interview I did with the local news crew. I told them you went easy on me and still won." I want to fight you again in a real match," he demanded."Mateo, I am not a boxer, you will prove nothing by beating up on me. Frankly I have too much to lose by fighting you in a real match. I'm sorry I will tell anyone you kicked my ass, but I can't fight you again. That was the end of it for me.I continued to work out at the gym and run the laps at. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton’s crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton’s vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused that she was in dire need of sexual relief, and offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her fingers slip inside of her panties. “Oh my, Afton,” Miss Richards cooed softly, “you have a very wet vagina, are you in need of an orgasm, dear?!?” Afton didn’t. How does that make you feel? Apprehensive? Scared? Turned on?He pretends that he has work to do and spreads his papers out all over the coffee table. He has decided to work in the living room, ignoring his office. Here he can keep an eye on you as you go about the daily tasks he has set for you. Every time you turn to see him, he is ignoring you, perhaps a little too well, as when you turn back to your task, you can feel his eyes on you and your naked body. That ass of yours, you always thought.