I really didn’t know what happened. I can’t go without sex and when we started fucking only once every week instead of every day I started going c...razy. I ended up searching an chat site and fantasizing about cheating on him. When I came across the picture and description of a muscular guy looking to cheat on his wife it was too tempting to ignore and I sent him a few messages. His name was Vinod and our situations were very similar. Our relationship started out innocent enough, we just. And guess what? It was a caucasian guy that would frequently visit her when she was still living in Asia. She was extremely attracted to him, and eventually she had sex with him....hoping that the guy would become her boyfriend. Every time they met, he would fuck her at his hotel. She described to me how handsome he was and how thick his cock was. Eventually she found out that he just wanted to use her. He had no plans to be together with her. In fact, he was fucking several other girls when he. I didn't bother speaking, that would only gain me more growls. She knew my scent. As animalistic as she was, it should have told her I wasn't a threat. Sure enough as I got closer, she met my eyes, still sniffing the air and beginning to understand the scent was mine. She didn't smile as I had hoped but she didn't growl or attack either.When dealing with a cat, think like a cat. I moved up beside her, rubbing my face against hers, then my body along hers. She reciprocated and sniffed at me. ’ ‘Fool you?’ started Emma suddenly feeling guilty. ‘Yes, you know, ‑ about my daughter …’ ‘I don’t know what you mean…’ ‘It’s not me you’re in love with at all. It’s not because of me you come here so often and share my bed. It’s Maisie!’ ‘Maisie!?’ Dorothy sniffed with a mixture of contempt and sympathy. ‘You don’t have to pretend. I do know. It’s Maisie you’re in love with!’ Now that Dorothy had made it obvious what her real feelings were, Emma felt curiously disoriented. She now.