“Last night was the best night I can ever remember. Was it good for you?”By now Barbara was just lying with her cheek flat against his broad chest... and was just savoring the wonderful feeling of being held so closely. Without lifting her head she said, “My perfect master, it couldn’t have been better. It was the finest night I’ve ever spent in my entire life! I can’t count the number of times I awakened to feel your great hand covering my tit while your arm held me close to your side. It was. This brings us to the end of part 2 of the story.I had by now started to feel really guilty about this voyeurism and was seriously contemplating telling my Dad everything once he got back from his business trip or even just calling him immediately. After thinking about it though, in my immaturity at that age, along with the raging hormones of a teenager, I decided not to say anything for the moment. I reasoned that it seems like my mum had been having extramarital relations for quite a while. "Yeah," said Mike, "Snyder again. I'm going to get that bastard one of these days." Mike," she said, "I know you know a lot more about this than I do, and I know you're sure you're right, but..." But what?" snapped her husband. He knew what was coming next; they had talked about it several times before. Lisa was simply too naive to believe that anyone who seemed so respectable could be involved in crime, particularly in prostitution."Well," she said, "are you really sure?" Yes, dearest," he. She wondered what it would be like. She'd enjoyed being a cheerleader - the parties, the attention, the sex. She had fucked most of the team - the good looking ones anyway, and had even had a threesome in the lockers one afternoon after practice. She was confident that this interview would be a formality - and hopefully an enjoyable one.By five past four, Dione was outside the locker room. The team had already gone out to warm up, and she had basked in the looks, comment's and whistles as they.