"So what happened?" What do you think happened? She became famous, got offered a shitload of cash... fame and fortune. How could I compete with that?"... Her career was more important? That's sad!" I made her fucking career, if you want to know?" he spat, "I groomed her songs, produced her records, got her the gigs, hawked her tapes around the radio stations. We wrote all that early stuff together, her and I, in our shitty flat above that takeaway shop. We wrote together with my old battered. ” I cracked her five or six times across her bottom in all the perfect places. She barely moved and whimpered the first few lashes and finally, after the sixth or seventh, her cheeks clenched and she let out the most feminine of womanly noises in blissful pleasure and pain. “Owwweeeeee, owweeee, oweeee,” she said as she clutched the pillow with strength and wiggled around on the bed from the pleasure and pain. “GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE!” I demanded in the calmest but sternest of tones. She. I had put it down to all those young men flirting with her. I had thought about telling her about Emily but decided not to.“She misses working with you on projects, you know.”“I did wonder how it would affect her.”“Knowing that she could have sex with you most nights kept her calm. Now, of course, she may go a whole week without…”He left his statement hanging. For a moment I felt sorry for Karl, thinking of what it would be like when she got home at a weekend. I doubted if he would be. I bunched up my fingers, just like Molly had shown me, and pushed slowly into Gemma's cunt; she seemed to hold her breath until I got past the knuckles, then groaned. Gently revolving and pushing my fist into her squishiness, she climaxed violently. Gemma leaned forward pulling the crop-top over her head, and for the first time I got to see her fabulous nipples on tiny breasts. She moaned as I squeezed one breast and chewed on the other nipple, then abruptly stood up, grabbed me by the thong.