The following morning, once her husband had left forwork, Jean sat at her laptop and began typing her curt reply.
Dear Blackmailer,
Yes, you have me at a disadvantage due to my indiscretionin the car park. So let me be blunt. I will agree to a “repeat performance” asyour email demands. I have no choice do I. You know full well who I am, and how much I have to lose, not to mentionthe incriminating evidence. But let metell you that it will be a purely functional performance for your perversegratification and not mine this time! Iwill await your further instructions. Let us get this distasteful episode overwith!
Your unwilling victim!
When he saw the email arrive in his inbox, Dave opened itimmediately, keen to see her response. He chuckled to himself as he read herfeisty reply. She was trying to take theinitiative, to disarm him, but he was not going to let her. He wanted, no, it was more than that, he neededher to be submissive, even though it was not in her nature. She had clearly spent her life in a positionof assumed respect and authority and he wanted to see her brought down to earthwith as big a bump as possible! Ofcourse, he could just release the video to achieve this catastrophically forher, but where was the fun in that! He wanted his pleasure first and foremost. So he sat down and devised a strategy toremove as much of her, supposed, Christian dignity as possible.
Having written her response, Jean tried, not verysuccessfully, to put it out of her mind and resume her normal routine. Laundry was done, including the two pairs ofdirty panties and bedsheets from the day before! By lunchtime she had calmed herself enough tocontemplate that afternoons playtime. Her vagina still craved its daily attention, even in the circumstances inwhich she found herself. She gazed outof the window and saw her neighbour, Susan, a younger woman of around 30 sheimagined. She and her husband had movedin about a year previously and seemed a nice couple. Jean noticed she was dressed very smartlytoday, in a grey business suit, with skirt down to just above the knee andblack stockings. A black camisole top underneath the jacket. It was slightlysee through, she noted, with a hint of black bra strap showing beneath. Jean mused whether she had matching pantieson and whether they were sheer too, allowing just a suggestion of a view of hershaven labia. She stopped suddenly wondering, how had she got there? She hadrarely let her mind wander into this territory, even in her afternoon fantasylife. Nevertheless, here she was, imagining her next door neighbour’s pussy andwhether it was shaven, unlike her own. Ofcourse, once imagined, the image would not leave her brain and was onlyreinforced by the cheery wave from Susan as she saw her looking out of thewindow. That was enough for Jean toretreat to her guest bedroom for the afternoon, armed with her favouritevibrator and a bottle of lube.
Once between her sheets and with her vibrator inserted on the lowest setting, hermind drifted back to her neighbour and she mentally watched her remove thebusiness suit, leaving her in her all black sheer underwear. Jean noted theyoung firm breasts with hard nipples still pointing high and poking through thethin material. Scanning down she confirmed her previous pondering and clearly sawthe outline of her labia straining against the gusset of the panties. Susan removed her bra and the perfectly firm breastsbeneath barely moved. She was on her bed now, fingers in her panties, gently rubbingfrom top to bottom of her slit as her moisture began to flow freely. Jean’s own moisture was flowing just as muchand she turned the vibrator up a notch or two. Now the women were synchronised, in mind and reality. Jean and Susan, began to moan as the feelingsbetween their legs grew slowly and surely. Another notch on the vibrator for Jean, faster fingers for Susan’sfrigging. Jean opened her legs wide andremoved the vibrator from her vagina, placing it on her clitoris and switching upto maximum. In her thoughts, Susan’s stockingclad legs were pointing at the ceiling and splayed open as she arched her backand came with a high pitched squeal. Inher own room Jean was cumming in spasms as she touched and removed the vibratoragainst her clit several times until it became just too sensitive to take anymore. As usual, sleep followed bliss very quickly but not for long today. After a few minutes Jean was woken by theping of an email on her phone. It wasthe reply which she had been dreading and the more she read, the more she regrettedher lustful decision to masturbate in the car park!
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