” “Michael sent me. I’m here to take you to your next destination.” I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed a sleek, black limousine park...ed behind me. “Michael said to give you this.” The limo driver handed me another red envelope. I slowly reached for it as my gaze toggled between the driver and the limo. A limo! ‘No holds barred. Enjoy the ride. I’ll see you in the morning.’ I’ll see you in the morning? Michael planned all this for me and wasn’t even here to enjoy it with me? What is the. 'The orgasm you so desperately crave dances out of your grasp, leaving you there, gasping, sweating, and hanging by a thread.'Oh, that's so mean, you horrible cunt.'Somehow your lips part just far enough for a finger to push part of the liner into your mouth. You give up and suck the remnants of the juices from it.'See, I've done it. You made me taste you. You made me suck you. Please-please-please, just let me cum.'You spy your discarded panties lying balled up in your purse. You quickly look. The dress curved in with her waist, and then blossomed outward to contain her ample breasts. She had made sure to give ‘the girls’ plenty of exposure, with the dress coaxing them closer to create some amazing cleavage. The satin material came up over her breasts and over her shoulders, tapering into thinner straps. The straps crisscrossed behind her neck, and ran down to meet her waist. The back of the dress was essentially open, and dipped low in the back, again creating an attention-grabbing. I figure you do damn little thinking about or remembering me.”“David, that’s just not true. We do think about you, and in good ways,” she said.I started to laugh. “Now Stacey, do you actually expect to sell me that bill of goods? Get real,” I said.“David, I am being real. But, yes, okay, there have been some moments when we, the each of us, would have loved to have put a baseball bat up side your head. But, again, those moments were few, and born of our own guilt and shame for what we did to.