I walked to the edge of the bed and finished attaching the remaining wrist cuff. She was completely vulnerable and wide open for me.As she layed there..., I only slightly touched the tip of her nipple and then the other, then using my fingernail, touched many parts of her body, just to awaken all her body senses. I touched her inner thighs by slowly dragging my fingers up her thighs towards her pussy and stopped just before the pussy. I repeated this with each thigh for a couple times and each. But I divulge from my main theme and my hang-up with psychologists, ramming a fat bitch is good for a quickie and light relief, what about a girl with a body to die for, a girl with a masturbatory habit that borders on the unnatural, a girl who needs to do it every morning, in the afternoon and again in the evening, sometimes six times a day, and every time she does it she cums, now that's one hot cunt, dont you think, and whats more exciting for you, is that girl is me, and as I write I am. Her heart was racing now a stranger was behind her looking at her should she finger again or just hold herself as gaping as she could? Her butterflies fluttered again but then she heard the packet rip and knew she was going to be taken and her vagina spasmed and wanted to be taken. She had closed her eyes and lay her head facing the head of the bed as he had crossed the foot of the bed to reach the sofa behind her. This was her own dream about to be fulfilled and her body was reaching out for. I brought my camera to work and followed Jerry’s wife every time she left the office. Two weeks later I had proof, in fact she was sucking and fucking four different guys. I got the pictures. We never called those truckers again with job offers. They knew who the witch was. The following weekend I took my photos of the witch to Elena. I had decided not show them to Jerry because I knew from experience it would really hurt him. Elena thanked me then called her lawyer. Divorce papers were.