.. the hell with this! I will save it for the town meeting tomorrow," she said with a disgusted wave of her hand."Mr. Jones, you will do as I say, or ...this town will need another undertaker. Do you understand?" she said as she glared at the greedy, greasy little man.Mr. Jones began to tremble as he nodded."Good! Now get busy; and remember, your best work!"The man scurried out of the room like a scared chicken, all the while clucking, "Yes, Sheriff. Yes, Sheriff. Yes, Sheriff."Shaylee then turned. "It's Ok. I understand your total commitment is to Jennifer and whatever she needs. When you get out of a bad marriage, you need time to figure out who you are, without having to be something for someone else."There's no pressure here. Be whoever you want to be. Find out who you are, by yourself. Don't feel like you owe me your time, your body, or your affection."Sure I love being with you, but not if you feel you owe it to me. I don't want to be part of that type of relationship. What I'm. It was an evocative pose as we caught her eye. Her dimpled cheeks raised into a happy smile before returning to the view before her. Watching the coitus of strangers, Brigitte was quiet and entranced. Their display was relaxed and unhurried, her body moved slowly and met the soft patient thrusts of her lover from behind. In an opulently appointed basement of draped crimson velvets and dark ochre walls, it provided a rich canvas for the sexual act. Exposed brickwork and natural oaks mixed with. Standing in front of the mirror, she slapped herself hard on the ass, making herself yelp in shock. It stung slightly and formed a pale rosy print on her asscheek. She liked it. She tried it again. This time it seemed to make her pussy tingle. Wow, was she being turned on by this? She thought so. She spanked herself a few more times till her hands started to turn red. Laying back on her bed, she spread her legs wide, toying with her clit. The first image that popped into her head was of Mr.