..”“You have room to talk.”“Bad answer, Megan. Let’s not do this. I changed. He’s part of it. Now, your turn...”“I might be, Jessica. ...Might be.”“Life is better. Real friends. Real love.”I related the conversation to Barry. She should have known that. Maybe she didn’t. She called back, acted like this conversation never happened, made arrangements for lunch on Sunday.“What do you really think, punkin?” he asked after she’d left, taking her two kids with her.“I’d like to have her in a stable,. Whenever I reached her upper thigh she shook her body and I kind of liked it. After massaging both the legs and I moved to back and asked whether I can remove the bra hook alone for massaging her back without messing her bra with massage oil and she hesitated and told no.I continued massaging her back and neck and she is kind of aroused while I was moving at her neck region. The she asked to remove the hook for which I did it instantly. She giggled and told to continue with medium. We both had removed everything except his boxers and my undies. He started sucking my nipples and was appreciating my smooth body. He was biting my nipples hard and I was moaning. After good 20 minutes of sucking my nipples and turning them red, he started exploring my ass. He turned my underwear into a panty and started biting my ass and spanking. I was enjoying the pain and was moaning loudly. The alcohol was helping. He removed my underwear and spat on my ass and started licking my smooth. His cock was little more than a puppetwith her as the puppet master, she pulled the strings, painfullyteasing him, then threatened punishments for what her body did to him.It was nothing short of cruelty."Soap up my breasts now, Eric," she sneered sweetly, glancing at hishard cock with contempt, yet enjoying the pain it was causing him.She stretched seductively, arms above her head, then brought them backdown to her sides and leaned forward, dangling her boobs outward in theconstricted space.