"I don't think we should do this tonight Bart," Tracy said as she turned her face to me for a kiss. "I know my husband is on the road tonight but I re...ally don't have anything to wear tonight." I caressed Tracy's crotch making her moan as I said, "Since when did you have to wear anything? I have a closet that have several dress's just your size along with bra and panties that you can wear." Oh god Bart," Tracy moaned. "This is so wrong of us, I'm a married woman."I continued to play with Tracy's. “It will let you craft the message to fit their knowledge.”“In most cases you’d be correct,” Rick said. “But we’re not talking about damage control here.”“We’re not,” I confirmed. “We’re talking about Liz sitting down with a blogger or a writer or a TV host and admitting she’s not the perfect angel that RFN has tried to paint her to be. What we need is someone sympathetic that will not try to dig for specifics. That’s one thing we don’t want to get into. We don’t want to start naming names and. She pushed back, trying to pull her head away from my hand. She was struggling like she meant it but not so I couldn't keep hold of her. I grabbed her arms and swung her against the wall. She was winded and slid to the floor. I ripped the strap off of her handbag, rolled her over on her face and used it to tie her wrists."What, what do you want?" she gasped."Money," I said. "And maybe some fun." There's no money here." Then it'll have to be the fun." I pulled her to her feet, dragging her up by. Instead of my typicalreaction, which would have been to tell her off, I hung my head in shame,as if this was all my fault. I mean, it was in a way, but even so...Before I could think further, she snapped her fingers and pointed towardthe door. I had to grab her beach bag and towels. With both handsoccupied, I was unable to cover myself at all. My boobs jiggled on theircups like they were being displayed to potential buys. The full bottom Ihad been given wiggled similarly. We got to the.