Madame Cynthia 602-441-4553

I can feel Her standing behind me tapping her shiny black high heels impatiently waiting for me to finish this written apology. Her eyes are boring burning holes in the back of my head. It's almost impossible to breathe with Her in my small bedroom. My nostrils are saturated with the scent of Her perfume adding to the difficulty of catching my breath.

I  write this hoping She does not notice the growing lump in my jeans. I can not help myself, from day one She has always had this effect on me. Why did Dad have to marry Her? My life has not been the same since that day.

She wants an apology and I think it is really Her that needs to apologize. I do not wear tight skirts with slits  that expose my thighs and the tops of my nylons. I mean sometimes I can just about see her panties! Her blouses seem to be cut all the way down to her navel! Her perfect breasts seem trapped in those little bras with all the lace She wears. I dream sometimes of Her bra and panties, I have been  tempted so many times to jerk off in  Her  tiny dirty  g-strings, but I usually rub one off before I get the courage to go into Her room and grab a pair.

My jeans are getting so tight  with my cock getting harder  and hiding this hard on is gunna be tough with Her looking over my shoulder to see if I am writing Her a damn apology. I can barely hang onto the damn  pencil let alone think of words to write.

She is pacing back n forth stirring up Her scent, making me break out into a sweat! If She only knew how crazy I am to fuck her .

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