I always liked going out with bitch's little did I know? Our second date Ash told me we were going to a club a friend of hers owned. I smile and said ...yes that will be fine.It was only our second date, I learned on the first not to step out of line! We were having drinks. When we got to the car I did not open the door for her, just clicked them open. Ash stood outside of her door, second mistake I rolled the window down and asked if something was wrong?She stood there tapped her heel! The look. No strings, no courtship or arguments. No hint of reluctance or resistance. When I wanted to fuck her I did, any way I wanted. Her work was good. She frequently arrived at the office before I did and worked hard and intelligently. She rarely made mistakes, but when she did she told me as soon as she noticed. One day she came into my office and informed me that a letter concerning an import shipment had been returned to the office because she’d neglected to put a stamp on it. It was no big deal. " She placed her hands on the top of his bare chest and slowly moved them downward until they rested on his belt. Her hands trembled as she opened the buckle, the button, and slowly unzipped his pants, before dropping to her knees, taking his pants down with her."Carly, you don't..." Please," she interrupted him. "I've only tried this once, but I want to give..." and then she did not speak as she held his pants for him to step out of and then did the same for his boxers. He watched her as she. Her teeth dug into the soft, yielding flesh of her cheek, giving just enough pain to focus. To ignore the tight squeeze in her core, the iron grip on her lungs and heart. She deliberately relived the painful images of that day that should have been her best, when she was betrayed by the man who had promised to forsake all others just hours before. She might never have known of his dalliance if she hadn't noticed the text on his phone screen later. Today she would return the favor, in her white.