Chapter 2
Courtney
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said when I got to Ryan’s place. I had worn my slutty bra and underwear. It was Tuesday morning, our usual appointment time. Ryan was waiting for me. I just wanted to get into his townhouse, suck his c**k a little, get f****d nice and hard, and go to work, guilt free, before reporting home to my husband. Nice and simple.
“What?” he protested. “We used to do this sort of thing all the time.”
I had already taken off my skirt and heels, leaving me in thigh highs, a pair of red panties that were almost but not quite a thong, a matching bra that created cleavage I had no right to, and my silk blouse that was appropriate for work but still far too dressy. The blouse I had unbuttoned halfway down when Ryan hit me with his little propositio
