There had to be some kind of hope, something that could allow her to be free of it, or at least find purchase to make it easier to carry. If she share...d it, I would help her carry it. I had to find a way to let her know that it was okay to share it. Maybe if I gave up something first. "If I share some of my life with you, would you let me see?"She looked into my eyes. Hers were streaming two more tears. All that pain, all that suffering. I couldn't stand it. I didn't wait for her to accept my. Only seconds later, I felt fingers part my labia, opening me and caressing my wetness, light touches over my clitoris. I was a mixture of emotions, wanting more, but not knowing who it was that was providing me with the pleasure. Should I feel guilty if it was one of the two who were not my lover? No! This was my Masters plan, he must have known I could not help but be aroused, it was him that had instigated it. I let myself go, aware that if it were not him then he would be watching, hopefully. I put my arms around his neck and said, "Okay, pretend you're kissing me."Frank and I put our cheeks together and I said, "Okay, now start rubbing my side."Frank put his hand on my side at my waist and moved it up and down a couple of inches. "Higher," I told him and he moved up half way between my waist and armpit."Good, now move higher and let your thumb touch my boob."When his thumb brushed against the side of my boob, I clamped my arm on his hand. "That means I don't want you to do that,. Instead of her doing that, she seemed to be going out of her way to not be anywhere that the two of us might find ourselves alone together. I found this curious, but, chose not to read anything into it. I thought she'd get around to our having that discussion as soon as she was ready.By the time I figured out that Anita was waiting to see whether I was going to approach her with the requested answers she had asked for, she had already decided that I was deliberately ignoring what she'd warned.