Apparently, Frank had far more friends than she gave him credit for.And she had fewer allies than she thought she had, before this allbegan. Overnight..., she'd become a pariah. And perversely, Frank had become ahero, just for standing by his wager no matter how much she abusedhim, and for standing up to her when she gave him the chance. She heard the clack of heels on the stairs and turned to find Franklooking down at her. One hand rested on the railing while the otherheld a leather clutch. He. “I knew it could be like this”. She whispered as she scooted her tight ass closer and accepted another couple of inches of Marks eleven inch missle. “Tell me you like it.” Mark commanded. Barbara immediately answered. “I love it. You are so big, you're stretching me out.” “Say it again:” Mark barked. She almost jumped at the intensity of the demand. “Yes, I love it. I love it.” “You like being fucked, don't you.? You need it. You're a needy slut.” Barbara gasped as Mark stroked his meat in. We stand about a foot apart. His hand lingers on my cheek. I put my hand on his arm, my fingers gently caressing him through the shirt. "Kiss me". My disembodied voice sounds harsh against the silence. "Lauren... I..." Take the initiative, my inner voice says. I take his glass from his hand, placing his and mine on the bureau. My hands on his arms, my face towards him. I look at his eyes as I press forward. He responds, his lips are on mine, one hand in my hair, gently pulling me to him. The. Its slight twitchbetrayed his true feelings about the thought of revealing his secret.He kept his back turned but didn't zip himself up. "I think you'remistaken." Bullshit," the attendant said. "Tell me, sissy, are they satin or lacetonight? I didn't see a panty line like I usually do when you're here.Are you wearing a thong perhaps?" I... uhhhh..." Peter stammered."Do it, sissy! Drop your pants and let me see your panties!" Peter'shands moved woodenly to his belt and began to unbuckle it..