“As best I can Bridgette,” he told her. “I have a big, big problem. And seeing as I’m from out of town and I don’t have anyone around here t... talk this over with I’m coming to you. I know I shouldn’t,” she told him as tears again rolled down out of her eyes and into her mouth and elsewhere. “But…but I’ve got to figure out how to handle all of this.” “Tell me about it,” he told her. “Here, come and sit down on the couch.” She walked over to the couch. They sat down. He sat beside her. And she. ‘You have no concept of discretion, do you?’ ‘Of course, I do. You and I are the only ones in the house and your girlfriend is still at work for another couple of hours. I can say anything I want without fear of reprisal.’ She smirked, another quality that I would’ve liked to find irritating. ‘Besides, Alek, it’s not like she’d believe it anyways.’ Continuing to shake my head, I stood up and greeted Alissa properly, giving her a hug and a smack on the ass, delighting in the green plaster. Our lips met and our tongues entwined. Within seconds we were working furiously at removing each others clothes as we made our way to the couch. By the time we reached the couch we were both naked and our clothes were strewn along a path from the front door to the couch. I eased her down onto the couch on her back and knelt between her legs, gazing at her beautiful pussy with its thatch of lovely peach colored pussy hair that I loved so much covering her mound. I couldn't resist pressing my. I frown. I hadn’t thought I was late at all. I check my watch again and I cringe. Crap… late.“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper, knowing the words are empty to you. We'd already spoken about my tardiness before, and this was meant to be my "last strike". Fuck.You turn to your friends and make conversation. The bartender offers me a drink, and I order Jameson and Sprite, knowing I’ll need a stronger drink to get through the punishment you’re dreaming up.If only the Uber driver had listened to my.