Melinda and I sat on the bed facing each other cross-legged. We were both on a high after our threesome. I clutched my pillow in front of me as Liu wa...lked out the door. “God that was so much fun,” I told her as I put the pillow down and lie flat on my back. “Yeah, it was, let’s do it again!” Melinda said as she straddled me, grinding her pussy against mine. “You heard what he said. He told us to be good until he gets home,” I reminded her as her naked breasts dangled in front of my face. I. As I weighed up how to go about this, my left arm wasgrabbed and my hand was placed around another erection. A deep dark voiceinstructed "Stroke it for me Gemma".I was starting to feel events were getting beyond my control. Ron hadmade things easy for me by forcibly taking his pleasure of me, but Peterand Leroy wanted me to take the lead. I realised that if I was going toget through this I would have the play the role of the pretty bride I'dbeen transformed into. I concentrated on the image. Perhaps she had even been crying recently. I did realize she was puzzled why I didn't treat her as I always have, as a close friend. And I sat behind my desk, emotionally and physically cut off from her. She would have guessed it was because her husband had "screwed" me, but she would have been wrong.I appraised her that quiet afternoon, as she sat before my desk. I openly let my eyes study her curves. She was dressed in a long tan skirt, with a black silk blouse and black heels. No nylons or. "Here. Your coffee." Oh, thanks," I said, and absentmindedly reached for the cup. Luckily I grasped it firmly, took a sip and started to read aloud."Last night I came out of the shower as I have a thousand times before. I stopped before the mirror and gazed at my nude body. This wasn't unusual, but the way I was looking at my reflection was. For some reason, I took a critical look at myself." Eighteen, really, really, long black hair. I noted (for the first time?) my eyes were somewhat almond.