jushorny
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You are definitely in some sort of trance. Vonda is on her knees at our feet, practically begging us to forgive her as she hands you the phone. I watch as you listen to the male voice, obviously not really paying attention to anything they guy is saying. I see the camera rotating, aiming onto us as you continue listening, not saying a thing. I tighten my hold on you making sure you feel my support.
As the phone drops to the ground I hear the voice calling out my name. I hear you requesting another drink. Vonda crawling over to the pitcher to refill your glass. The voice on the phone still calling out. Taking my eyes from Vonda's ass as it wiggles I stare down at the phone.
It must be Mr. Davis I think to myself. The voice still calling out, something about a mistake. I wonder if I should pick it up. I begin to feel more like his puppet. I begin to realize this all must have been a set up. Did he do this because he wanted to make sure you were satisfied sexually? Did he do this to blackmail me? Did he do this to blackmail you? Did he do this as some sort of trick on Vonda? Did he do this because he no longer loves you? Did he do this because he does love you? Did he do this because he likes to watch? So many questions, none of which, I knew, could be answered without me talking to Mr. Davis.
I bent down picking up the phone from the ground, placing it to my ear. "Mr. Davis, its Jake." I forced myself to sound in control, to not act surprised, not an easy thing to do when I was holding his wife in my arms, both of us naked and obviously he could see this. I listened as he spoke, explaining to me what he had planned, what he had set up, and, what had gone wrong. I said very little but my mind was going a mile a minute with thoughts, plans, schemes.
"Yes, Mr. Tiereny, it might be good of you to come home." I hung up the phone and looked into your eyes. I could see the hurt. I took the drink from your hands and set it down. Holding your face I brought your lips to mine, kissing you, holding you. "Vonda, Mrs. Tierney would like her lunch served in her bedroom now. Then you should clean up the mess out here for us. After that, we will determine if your services are still required."
I took your hand and followed Vonda toward your bedroom. Once there Vonda disappeared quickly. The bedroom was expansive with lovely views of the gardens. I laid you on the bed, kissing your lips, "Let me draw your bath, ma'am," I said smiling. Without saying another word I moved into the massive master bathroom, eyeing the huge whirlpool set in front of the windows. I turned it on and began filling it. Stepping back into the bedroom, "Tiereny, let me give you a relaxing bath, then we can talk."
As the phone drops to the ground I hear the voice calling out my name. I hear you requesting another drink. Vonda crawling over to the pitcher to refill your glass. The voice on the phone still calling out. Taking my eyes from Vonda's ass as it wiggles I stare down at the phone.
It must be Mr. Davis I think to myself. The voice still calling out, something about a mistake. I wonder if I should pick it up. I begin to feel more like his puppet. I begin to realize this all must have been a set up. Did he do this because he wanted to make sure you were satisfied sexually? Did he do this to blackmail me? Did he do this to blackmail you? Did he do this as some sort of trick on Vonda? Did he do this because he no longer loves you? Did he do this because he does love you? Did he do this because he likes to watch? So many questions, none of which, I knew, could be answered without me talking to Mr. Davis.
I bent down picking up the phone from the ground, placing it to my ear. "Mr. Davis, its Jake." I forced myself to sound in control, to not act surprised, not an easy thing to do when I was holding his wife in my arms, both of us naked and obviously he could see this. I listened as he spoke, explaining to me what he had planned, what he had set up, and, what had gone wrong. I said very little but my mind was going a mile a minute with thoughts, plans, schemes.
"Yes, Mr. Tiereny, it might be good of you to come home." I hung up the phone and looked into your eyes. I could see the hurt. I took the drink from your hands and set it down. Holding your face I brought your lips to mine, kissing you, holding you. "Vonda, Mrs. Tierney would like her lunch served in her bedroom now. Then you should clean up the mess out here for us. After that, we will determine if your services are still required."
I took your hand and followed Vonda toward your bedroom. Once there Vonda disappeared quickly. The bedroom was expansive with lovely views of the gardens. I laid you on the bed, kissing your lips, "Let me draw your bath, ma'am," I said smiling. Without saying another word I moved into the massive master bathroom, eyeing the huge whirlpool set in front of the windows. I turned it on and began filling it. Stepping back into the bedroom, "Tiereny, let me give you a relaxing bath, then we can talk."