" I said, bringing my hand up to her arse. Cushla pushed it away, dismissing my offer."Fuck that, just put it in me." she demanded. "I want that fucki...ng thing in my arse now!" She was obviously excited and although I didn't want to hurt her my new sense of power suddenly got the better of me. "Ok bitch," I teased, bringing myself up behind her. I knew there was no way that Cush would be able to take 'my cock' without preparation. She was a strong willed girl but that wasn't going to save her. When she finally stopped she said, "Cindy, I'm going to tell you something but yo have to promise not to tell anyone, not even your husband." Cindy said, "no problem, go ahead."Judy said, "I was having sex, but not with Paul." Cindy yelled, "whattttt?" Judy went on to tell her that she and I hadn't actually had sex in 5 years and that she jerked me off every other week and filled me in on her escapades with her friends. Cindy said, "come on, what's the real story?"Judy said, "to give you an. That he’s cheating, that you find out on your birthday, that… that FUCKING ASSHOLE!” you blurt. I can see the flicker of rage and fury in your eyes, protective of me, similar to how you always took care of me when I worked for you. It’s so touching. I brush my hand against your clean shaven cheek.“Thank you, but it’s going to be ok.” I kiss your cheek, then give your lips a deeper kiss. I want to bring your attention back. I reach down and gently wrap my fingers around your cock, happily. As for any white man who might accept her culture, her lifestyle, or her beliefs and abilities—it was simply unthinkable.They sat in companionable silence. Steve returned a soft squeeze when Marie's hand slipped into his, almost unconsciously. They gazed out across the valley, seeing the sprawling townsite with its multi-storied rough planked Main Street buildings, the terraced cabins under rusted sheet metal roofs along the side streets, the steep mountainsides surrounding them, and the.