I was scared of course. I wanted to get away also, desperately wanted to get out of here and away from this asshole who had caught me. However I nodde...d my head and then was screaming at the top of my lungs as he hit me with it anyway. “If you fucking understand me bitch, then fucking say so.” He screamed at me spittle flying every where and landing on me as well. “Yes.” I said. He hit me again this time lower down and I cried out from pain and from shock as I lost control of my bladder. I felt. Perfect. I'd have an hour to luxuriate in there filth. I found the pair easy enough, sitting fairly near the top and still warm and still soggy. I noticed a pink pair of pants I'd never seen before. They were a satiny brief and very new to my eyes. Now, when your a pervert like me, you know every pair on knickers your wife owns. When she buys new ones I check them out. So, imagine my shock, to see crusty cum stains in a pair of knickers I'd never seen before, in my wife's laundry basket. Over. And I never get asked out by men like Denny.So I was in meltdown all week and by Friday I was freaking out and ready to cancel. I knew it was going to be a disaster anyway and my biggest problem was how to get out of it now. I decided on the 'Dead Grandma' excuse, one of Kelly's favourites. You could get out of anything with that excuse. I paced up and down in my office for two hours before I could work up the courage to call him to cancel.But as soon as I heard his voice I changed my mind and. I did what I did out of self-preservation, by the way, and I happen to know that you enjoyed it.”Mike sighed. Being angry was getting him nowhere. “Okay, give me a second to calm down. If you can read my mind, you should be feeling that this is a little much for me right now.” He walked toward the tub, staring warily at its edge. “If I sit, do you promise not to pull me in or anything?”“Yes.” She moved away from the edge, allowing him a better look at her body through the water. God, she was.