“Like old Pappy would be able to convince her.”Later that afternoon I was staring at some new spreadsheets when I heard a knock and Amy announcing..., “Hey Pap, got your mail.”Without looking up from the analysis I was struggling to complete, I said, “Um, Grandma told me about your phone.”“That is so stupid and unfair.”“Really? Pornography?”“You watch it.”“Not anymore.”When she snickered, I looked up at her standing in the doorway to my office. Black lacy panties covering an ass that was so. " She liked to go into the back room and satisfy her own needs during the slow times at work. She also had a fantasy of getting caught by someone that would take her and screw the shit out of her over and over again. Roxy had a huge imagination just no one to share it with.The day was dragging by with out a single customer, probably due to the nasty weather. Roxy was growing more and more impatient waiting to use Bruno and decided to give herself a treat. So she took a little break, figuring. She would have me in her ass just as easily as her cunt or mouth. She didn’t seem to mind if my seed filled any of those orifices, or spilled out over her chest, back or face or between her toes, just grateful for the attention. She would sit all day, chained to the bed or the banister, waiting for my return. As long as she had a chamber pot and some bottled water, Denise would be in the same place that I had left her, even though she could activate the release of her manacles. If I set her to. But it was, in fact, a statement of truth. What I had done with Mickey meant nothing. I didn't love Mickey. I didn't even like him very much. I certainly didn't prefer him to my husband.Even while the words were coming out I knew that while the act itself in the grand scheme of things didn't have any deep emotional importance to me, it did mean a lot. It could mean the loss of Ted's trust. It could mean the loss of his love. It could mean the end of my marriage and my happiness.I had marched.