“what, what the hell are you doing?” she shouts at me angrily as she jumps from the bed; the strapon popping out of her. She begins tugging at the... small white tee shirt she is wearing as if it could stretch enough to cover her exposed crotch. I watch as the other woman stands and tries to cover her nakedness, the bright red harness and purple dildo contrasting against her pale skin “get the hell out of here you asshole” Keyshia screams as she runs over to me and slams the bedroom door in my. “Ahhhh god!” I was shaking, my face flushed. “No more, I can’t!”“That was the hardest part.” His hands stroked my ass, my hips.My body began to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me open in places it wasn’t used to being distended. “Go slow. Please. Slow.”“Ok.” His voice was a whisper, and he pulled on my hips, giving himself some leverage.“Slow, slow, slow!” I felt him pressing deeper into me—the thin, tight band of flesh that had kept him at bay had now been pushed past, over the. "Oh!" he exclaimed, as though a redhot iron were piercing his heart. During the last hour his own crime had alone been presented to his mind; now another object, not less terrible, suddenly presented itself. His wife! He had just acted the inexorable judge with her, he had condemned her to death, and she, crushed by remorse, struck with terror, covered with the shame inspired by the eloquence of his irreproachable virtue, --she, a poor, weak woman, without help or the power of defending herself. . but.... also a letter...."In the office you will find a note on your keyboard, read it, remember it and shred it!" is all it readsI enter the office, and read the letter, it says:"Close the blinds! At 6:30 (not a minute earlier) Shower yourself down and thoroughly wash and clean yourself for me, then read the note on the bed" As its only 6:00, I am extremely tempted to read it earlier, but I hold off, and check my emails, but eventually I go upstairs strip off and shower, I take my time as I.