After fucking me silly on the bathroom countertop, Andris straightens his tie and smooths back his hair. Suddenly noticing my ruined outfit in the mirror, he panics.
"Damn, Miss Ginger, sorry about cumming all over your back like that. You can't go back downstairs in your wet dress, although personally I like the way you look. Come with me, my daughter is away at college, she is about your size. She must have something left over in her closet."
I follow Andris and look through her closet. All of her decent clothes must be with her at college. The other problem is I don't have a brassiere nor panties. With a resigned sigh I pull out some black yoga pants and a white, thin sweatshirt. It is way too tight around my tits, and I can see the shadow of my areolae through it.
"Perfect, Miss Ginger. My wife is going to be very angry when she sees you," purrs Andris.
I remove my heels and dangling them from my hand, we descend the stairs. My face is flushed and my nipples are still hard. I dread entering the room. I keep my head down in hopes that Søren won't notice my expression of guilt.
"What took you so long, Andris?" his wife shrills, looking me up and down with a scathing look.
"Miss Ginger ruined her dress in the bathroom, I was just helping out a woman in need."
I want to kill Andris for saying that with such a smirk on his face. Søren is staring at me with his mouth slightly open. I meet his eyes with a defiant look that melts slowly into submissiveness. I know I shouldn't have enjoyed Andris fucking me, but I loved it at the time. Now I am not so sure.
Søren strides over to me and smoothly interjects, "It's time for us to leave, given the circumstances. Thank you for your hospitality."
Andris looks disappointed and makes no pretense of not staring at my body encased in the thin cotton clothing. I cross my arms to hide my stiff nipples, but this only causes my tits to smash together, making them bulge out the top. Andris and the other men in the room smile, but Søren is scowling.
I glance at Andris' wife Ajatsa, she is enraged. I can't resist giving her an obnoxious little smile.
Søren leads me out to the car where Sven is patiently waiting, and practically shoves me in the back seat. Søren climbs in with me, and as we pull away from the curb, his hand flies to my throat, squeezing firmly.
"What the hell happened up there, Ginger?" His deep hypnotic voice is menacing, and I shrivel up inside.
I know it is impossible to lie to him. In a small voice I start to explain, "Well, I was washing my hands, and the nozzle clogged up, and sprayed me everywhere. I looked indecent, and Andris must have heard my cries of dismay, because he came into the bathroom to help me, and.." I trail off.
"Continue." Søren commands.
I look down at my hands, but he forces me to look into his icy blue eyes.
"Did he touch you?"
I consider saying no, but then I feel a spike of resentment.
"Hell, yes, he touched me, and that guy sure knows how to please a woman. He fulfilled my needs, unlike you."
The second I say the words, I regret it. Søren's expression turns to stone. He sets his jaw hard and drops his hand from my throat. I have gone too far, this isn't how I want this to turn out. The words keep tumbling from my lips, he might as well know the whole story.
"Andris has also hired me to be his personal assistant. That is the only way he won't press charges and have me thrown out of the country."
Søren turns away from me and looks out the window as we speed towards home. The lights are so pretty as they flash by. Now I see my life with Søren flashing by, and ending up who knows where. I am a disappointment, he will just find another woman to play with. I know I mean nothing to him. I always expected this day to come, when I would be dismissed without a backward glance. Hot tears leak out of my eyes. I don't know why I give a damn, but I do. I am miserable.
We ride the rest of the way home in silence, but Søren surprises me by holding my hand. He still won't look at me. Exhausted, I take a shower and fall into bed. Alone.
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Andris thinks he has bested me, but I will win. I always do. I am furious that he put his tiny wrinkled cock in my Ginger. How could he have satisfied her? Maybe I shouldn't have hurt her the night before, it isn't right not to let her be satisfied too. I assumed she would put up with it. Ginger never ceases to surprise me.
I lift Ginger out of bed and take her to my special room. She barely stirs while I carry her. I enjoy watching her breathe, her pink luscious lips slightly parted. Before she can wake up, I sit her on the bed and spread her thighs. Quickly I bind her wrists behind her neck, and snap metal cuffs on her knees that are attached to pulleys. I control how wide I want her. I prop her up on some pillows so she can watch the show.
"Søren, what are you doing?" Ginger mumbles.
When she looks down she is instantly alert and starts to struggle, but it is in vain. I set up my fucking machine in between her legs. Screwing on the fattest dildo I have, I lube it up and set it on slow. It eases into her gaping cunt nicely.
