I was standing balanced on a toilet seat, but I was still incredibly turned on. I remember feeling a trickling down my thigh but being unable to move ...for fear of being heard. My special friend also noticed this, and she apparently thought that the other woman hadn't noticed us at all because she very quietly moved over to where I was and continued where she'd left off with my pussy, but a lot slower and quieter. I couldn't believe she was taking a risk like this since if she got caught, it. "What the fuck is this?" Julia asked, her hand over her mouth. I turned and blushed hard, my cock still throbbing to be let out of its prison, as we both looked at a picture of a hot, big titied brunette riding a thick, foot long dick. The caption read 'Oh fuck yes! I needed a real man's cock for once!' Julia grabbed the wireless mouse and started to click through the captions, each one degrading the reader for having a small cock, and glorifying the hung man in the picture for being a real. It was thick and well done I could tell even from the small amount showing. She wore large dark glasses as well as the scarf. At first I thought it was to hide her identity, however once she got inside, I knew that it was because both her eyes were bruised."You must be Lydia?" I suggested."Yes and you are Maxine Stone of course. I am so glad that you agreed to see me. I really have nowhere else to go," she said."First of all, how did you get those injuries?" I asked."When I asked my husband for. Fortunately, Karen solved my problem by asking for the restroom. When she left, I told Sean about our bedroom conversation. He said “I’m not at all surprised. In fact, I would be surprised if she didn’t do that. It is very likely, as the dominant, albeit barely, personality your Karen is most likely very much aware of the “Bad Karen,” but not the other way around. The bad Karen, properly referred to as “Criterion B”, may be completely unaware of the “Good Karen, or “Criterion A”.Leave Karen.