When I thought of the way he looked at me, the way he avoided my touch ... I realised that whatever I thought I'd had, I was mistaken. I'd given my he...art, my soul, and my body to him, and he just walked away. I felt violated, dirty. Even though I was sure I hadn't done anything wrong, I was ashamed. I spent a few minutes thinking back over our interactions since the time we'd met, trying to decide if I'd ever used game knowledge to manipulate him. I had used some of the lines from the game, but. "Amber didn't like the smirk on Tommy's face. She knew he wasn't finished, and her complaints had fallen on deaf ears.Tommy pushed the trolly while Amber loaded it."Why have you got that silly grin on your face?" Amber asked."I'm imagining you naked," Tommy admitted."Well, you shouldn't be. But out of curiosity, do you like what you see?" It was the wrong thing to say, but Amber couldn't help herself."Dah, what do you think, Mom? You have a great body. Your tits are the right size for your. Most of the time no one has, but occasionally I see someone with a look of disbelieving wonder, or shock, or giggling and pointing me out to a friend or partner, just as I jerk and buck as my oversenstised clit is pinched or buzzed, and then the build-up begins again and in another minute or two and I’m swept away from the inside out by the next orgasm, hanging onto the balcony for dear life.Yesterday afternoon we put a different spin on the game. She was down in the pool swimming and going. “I was hoping there was more.”“Much more.” The man smiled. “Come along downstairs. I’ll show you around.” Heather noticed his physique now - athletic, stout, the musculature of his chest outlined clearly by his close-fitting sweater.He went down the narrow staircase and entered the cellar, Heather following him, noticing his ass well-framed in selvage denim.“Wow, this is impressive,” Heather said.“Thanks.” He smiled, his cool blue eyes holding her. “What are you in the mood for?”“Something red,.