Her hair was blonde, but he suspected that was one of the few natural things about her. The subtle shadings could not be achieved by the hands of anyo...ne but a true artist and even then, he doubted that she would have allowed it. No, her hair was her one true possession which made Alex wonder why she wore it so severely restricted. Samantha had just welcomed her boss back to Paris and they were talking, not as friends but business colleagues, their postures formal and Samantha was deferring as. Please. Take my ass. Take whatever you want baby. He moaned "oh God" as he lunged in again. His body was trembling. His breathing was short and quick. He had put my legs on his shoulders and had them raised straight up. He wrapped his arms around my legs and made sure he moved me in as close as he could. That cock was jerking from pleasure as he fucked me. Damn, he went deep. As he squeezed my legs closer, the thrusts went deeper than he has ever gone before and I loved it. The pain was. I immediately obliged.“And now your shoes and pants, but leave your socks on.”I did and there I was, standing before a man I didn’t know, with just my socks and underpants.“You look gorgeous, a real slut just waiting to be fucked. Do you have a girlfriend?”I nodded. “She’s a lucky girl. But now you are my girl. Or maybe I should say ‘bitch’. Do you like the sound of that?”I shied, but nodded again.“Good. Get on your knees bitch.” I obliged. He stepped forward and placed his crotch before my. Deb tells me that it’s from Gene, that she asked Gene to write it to me. She said that Gene felt that she had totally destroyed our marriage and didn’t deserve anything from me. Debora also wanted a private letter back herself on what I felt. ‘It took me two days to open it. It was 3 pages long and evidently tear stained. I still ave it somewhere. Gene owned all that she had done and went beyond all she had done that night. She also told me what she was learning about herself in therapy these.