Wait! Whatam I thinking? I'll stretch these things all to hell. Sara will know itwas me. It'll be too obvious.Stepping back from Brittany, I gladly st...p back into my simple cottonflower print summer dress. I feel great in this. I'm back before themirror. Staring. I'm not sure how long I was staring into the mirror juststudying my face. Could have a minute, could have been twenty. All I knowis that I came out of the trance knowing what I needed to do. I needed toclean up my bushy eyebrows.. She came out in the pleated miniskirt and straddled my right thigh. Taken by surprise, I held her pretty face in my hands and kissed her pouting lips.Bakul was showing off her long legs in the chequered miniskirt that barely reached up to mid-thigh. Its flat waistband covered her belly button while the frilly pleats covered her cunt.Bakul started mastrubating. Her short bobbed hair was bouncing with every jerk. She tried to tuck her side bangs behind her ears, but they wouldn’t stay put. I. I lay on our bed and try to wait for her. This is not right! She can’t treat me like this! When she gets back I will confront her! There is no way I can sleep. The anger won’t let me.At about 6 am I hear the door to our apartment open. Here goes!But then I hear voices. Great God! She has brought him back home! The thought immobilizes me once again. I remember how she clamped my cock and can’t help getting erect again!They stumble into the bedroom,“Whoops,” she giggles. “I had forgotten about. I decided to stay!”“You did what?”This I just cannot believe. Tracy Randolf wanted to continue her life as the slave, Pavea? After all the “we Americans always win, just you see” bluster she gave me?Tracy — or perhaps she really is Pavea, now — continues to sit at our table and sizzle like some sort of nuclear fuel rod. I am so envious of her self confidence and the way she seems to control all those around her. It is as if her emotional gravity is bending us all to her own will, as if she was.