“Drop by the house when you’re finished work - ZB” another text, I was working in a store, as were most of the rest of my class, and admittedly ...to see Jenny everyday in work wasn’t easy. It was Monday and I was on the early shift, so was due to finish just after lunch. I finally texted back, “Is that Mrs. Brown?”. The positive response, along with “Do drop in” arrived almost immediately.About two hours later, I was ringing the door bell, dreading what Mrs. Brown might say. I had never actually. Please don’t take top. I pleaded inwardly…“Top.”Fuck!Having to go down meant I had to go to all fours, hands and knees. Worst of all, that meant I had to put my hands flat on the mat, and that meant that I had to support not only my own weight, but my opponent’s as well.Well, this is going to fucking hurt… I told myself as I cradled my wrist to my body and dropped down, both knees and my left hand to the mat. Be tough. It’s only for a second. Once the whistle blows, pull your weight off of it. Before I was married, I would never have let any guy do that. Even Danny never got under my dress.She wondered what had happened to her panties--whether Pete had kept them. What if he showed them to Cal or somebody else?Even though she was alone, Millie blushed.She visualized Pete's stiffly erect penis as she had seen it last night on the lawn.No! she told herself sternly. I can't think about that. Danny's my husband, and I love him. Anyway, I couldn't stand to have another man stick his thing. Couldn't find it. Found it again and finally managed to unlock the padlock that held her ankles pressed firmly to her butt.She streched her legs with a sigh and almost screamed. The blood circulation must have been more restricted than she had planned and the blood rushing back through her veins was painfull. She just laid there hissing between clenched teeth and eventually the pain eased and she could concentrate on the feeling of triumph for getting this far. Her nipples did not participate.