” Cait tried to reassure him.“We can stop.” Rhys said with as much sincerity has he could muster, but Cait knew it was the furthest thing from w...hat he wanted to do. Cait shook her head and pulled herself closer to him, kissing him gently as he moved his hand back between her legs. She gasped again as he slid a finger inside her, feeling her muscles automatically grip snugly around the surprise visitor. He moved his finger in and out for a minute before pushing a second in, eliciting another. The minutes we spent cajoling Jo to come with us, and manoeuvring herphysically out of the club were confused, and I won't describe them indetail. Somehow we had to keep Jo under control while retrieving ourcoats and bags from the cloakroom, and then push and shove her swayinginto the street. Our ride was waiting for us, but the driver - likeall drivers, understandably nervous about taking on an aggressive-seeming drunk - had to be persuaded that we'd be responsible for Jo'sbehaviour before. I did not fully understand how this all happened, although I felt very culpable. My childhood Catholic upbringing taught me plenty about guilt, as well as some about forgiveness. I was feeling an enormous burden of guilt, and I feared I could never be forgiven. I could revisit the events leading up to this moment, but to what end? Yes, I should not have invaded his privacy the night I saw him first masturbating. And yes, I should never agreed to our mutual masturbation session, that was totally. “I should be really angry with you,” he told me at one point, a small, wry, smile on his face. “And in a sense I suppose I am a bit upset.”I looked surprised.“Oh? Why?” I frowned,“Mrs Clarke?”“What about her?”“You told me she was a sponsor. I found out this morning she’s actually a concubine and promised to someone else.”“Oh. I genuinely thought she would be a sponsor,” I told him.“But you’ve known for a little while now that that wasn’t true.”“Well, yes.”He gave me an arch look. “I know she’s.