We drove back to my house making small talk. Her dress had gotten wet between her legs. I opened the door for her. I maybe a sick bastard. Still a who...re even a filthy one must be treated nice now and then.I looked at the tiny wet spot on my carseat. Grabbed her hair and twisted her around! She screamed as i forced her to her knees! What the fuck is that!!!??? Miem tried to twist and get away. I forced her face an inch from her cunt juice! I asked you a question! Whore what is that? She started. He was packing about two hundred seventy pounds of hard muscle. In addition, he was a master at hand to hand combat. He had a habit of crushing small objects in his large powerful hands to intimidate his adversaries. His long brown hair and his oriental features made him a very believable bone crusher. Jeffrey said, ‘There you are old sport. Ah now then, you two run along. I don’t want to see either of you anymore today. I especially do not want to see you Sam any more today. You see I have a. " He traced a finger over her cheek; she was a goner. "Okay," she said. "Just wait here and I won't be long . . . ." She bit her lip, then zipped into her room. You're nuts, completely nuts, she thought as she threw a change of underwear and clothes into a bag. She continued berating herself as she grabbed a toothbrush. You hardly know him. He could be a pervert. A gorgeous pervert who kisses like a dream, but a pervert none the less. She zipped up the bag, compromised by telling herself she. Claire was beginning to feel better about the whole thing. Not that she liked the idea of cheating on her husband, but she was now looking at Fred as a close friend and friends did things for each other. Women have gone astray under worse circumstances. Besides, her husband did want this promotion.In the living room, Fred sat in a chair; she had somehow expected him to sit on the couch with her. But she figured since this was the first time she'd done anything like this, maybe she just didn't.