<b>P<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">airing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Cassandra<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged:</b> Jamal<br/>
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As Jamal stood suddenly, Cassie was frightened that she had angered him and now he was going to hurt her.  There was nothing she could possibly do to stop someone his size and she doubted even her husband could save her fro this man if he were sufficiently determined.  But then he offered his hand, a less threatening gesture, she couldn't remember if she offered her hand or if he had simply took it but she found herself on her feet, standing, facing her husband who was watching her.  He was kneeling before the dark haired beauty, but had turned to look at her.  Had she interrupted him or had he not yet started servicing the dominant woman who seemed to have him under her spell. <br/>
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Her eyes were slightly glassy and she felt her knees were quivering as she stood there looking at her husband.  She could feel Jamal's bulk behind her, his hands brushing her hair back to expose her neck which he kissed with his well honed passion and skill.  She felt his hands come up and cover her breasts, kneading them possessively.  He had said she belonged to him, she used to belong to Simon but he gave her to this man.  She moaned slightly, she was a woman after all and Jamal knew just how to touch her and she simply couldn't resist any longer. <br/>
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Then Jamal said something that cut her deep to the bone.  That she liked being watched.  Did she?  She thought perhaps her husband wanted to watch, it was why he was here, why she was here.  She stood there obedient, but to whom?  Her husband who wanted to watch, or Jamal who claimed her for this evening.  Did it matter? <br/>
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As she let out another moan though, her husband turned back to Victoria.  He suddenly lifted her up over his shoulder like some sort of barbarian and headed for the stairs.  He had left her, taken another woman, and left with her like she was a prize and his wife the scraps for the help.  Cassie blinked away a tear and suddenly heard the sound of her dress zipper moving down quickly.  They were alone down in the main room as she felt her dress slip down her body.   She felt the slight coolness of the air conditioning all over her body.  Her bottom still clad in the high waisted cotton panties and a fine lace bra.  She was almost out of defenses and Jamal seemed to be just getting started.</span>