Chapter 51

Don was torn between guilt and excitement as he made his way into the bedroom behind the statuesque woman. As she turned and dropped her overcoat, revealing the leather and lace ensemble beneath lust, fear and disgust warred within him. It has always been this way with them.

But as usual, she knew, and the saccharine sweet smile on her face as she sauntered over to stand in front of him only confirmed that she still had the ability to read him like a book. He watched the long red pointed nail of her finger as she tapped his chest with it before trailing it down towards his burgeoning cock that was now straining for release from the confines of his slacks.

He knew it wouldnÕt be that easy. ÒDid you fuck that little slut with my cock Donnie?Ó He swallowed hard when her hand cupped his cock and squeezed ever so gently before exerting more pressure. ÒUmm, nice and hard for me.Ó She rubbed her hand up and his down his length as a wet spot appeared behind the zipper of the ligh