Fortunately their rental properties sideline became their lifeline. Occasionally houses still sold but those commissions were few and far between.Now ...Teresa again had money in the bank and her bills were up to date. She had inherited the house and Mary's cottage from her parents. The cottage was named after her grandmother who lived there as a widow for forty years.The only cloud on her horizon was Colin. He was a great brute of a man who seemed to have decided that Teresa had married the wrong. She took her hands off and started bobbing her mouth over my cock. I could feel an orgasm building inside me but I didn’t want to cum that soon so I signaled her to stop. She understood that and stood up. I kissed her hard, tasting my pre-cum out of her mouth while undid the knots on her bottoms, leaving her completely naked in front of me. I felt her pussy with my hands and she was dripping wet. She was shaven just the way I like it. I started rubbing my fingers on her pussy, pinching her. I….” Master cut her off like a light switch. “What did you call me, GIRL?” I caught his meaning. The venom is his voice was like acid dripping on my skin, and I wasn’t even the target for it! “Master! Master! That’s what I meant…. Please, forgive me!” she wailed, falling painfully to her knees. Too late, her words had convicted her, again. She was thinking as his wife. He was her Master, she his girl, a submissive. The two paths were not to cross today. She messed up badly because in. ” He took a sip of his drink, the sour sweet taste of the drink waking him up slowly. “No please… just tell me! It’s okay… I wont say anything I promise. If it helps… tell me.” Michael looked lazily at Zoë against his own will. He wanted her. He wanted to see something in those eyes besides pity. “I made the mistake of… hooking up… with a freshman. A girl who is always a total bitch. I thought I saw something different in her I guess. Then today… her friend went to slap me and I.