Cathy could not resist the magnetic attraction ignited once again by Mark’s apparition into her life. God help her, it was stronger than her. She had his name tattooed on her thigh, and imprinted on her soul. Cathy agreed to meet him at a motel an hours drive from the city. She was ever careful to camouflage her image, using a long brunette wig, and she borrowed her housekeeper’s car for the evening’s soiree.
The reunion was bittersweet knowing it was fleeting, and that there was no future in it for them. She knew Mark was the only man in the world that could wield such strong power over her, and she relinquished all her power over to him; it gave her immense pleasure to please him.
It seemed nothing had changed, the passion was as heightened as ever, and the decades apart were of little relevance. Nothing had changed that is, until Mark suggested that due to his affection for her, he was willing to negotiate with her first the compromising pictures he had stored of her.
The reunion was bittersweet knowing it was fleeting, and that there was no future in it for them. She knew Mark was the only man in the world that could wield such strong power over her, and she relinquished all her power over to him; it gave her immense pleasure to please him.
It seemed nothing had changed, the passion was as heightened as ever, and the decades apart were of little relevance. Nothing had changed that is, until Mark suggested that due to his affection for her, he was willing to negotiate with her first the compromising pictures he had stored of her.
To refresh her memory, he presented copies of Cathy performing fellatio on his roommate, while she was being reamed from behind by their buddy. Cathy could not recall when this picture had been taken. It must have been on one of their marijuana and drinking binges back in those carefree days.
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Cathy was shocked to the core that her true love, the love of her life would blackmail her for profit. He hinted that in the event she did not negotiate with him, he was sure to be able to get a higher profit for the bidding war these and lots of other pictures of her would yield, particularly by the rival political party.
She got up from the bed, feeling utterly exposed, and humiliated unlike any other time, she had been degraded in their sex games. She went about gathering the discarded clothes, flung all over the cheap motel room in her haste to consume Mark. This gave her a reprise to think fast, and make a decision. This was no light matter, and she doubted she could consult this with her husband. She knew him well, and he would probably withdraw from the presidential race.
Once dressed, Cathy was partially composed and turned around to take a good look at Mark. She saw the dullness in the once sparkling diamond he had been to her. He was rotten to the core, and she knew then what must be done. She asked if anyone else knew of the pictures, and when it was assured that no one else had been approach with the pictures, she agreed to pay the sum of the extortion.
Cathy meticulously prepared for her date with Mark. She bathed languorously, and took extra care to exfoliate and luxuriously moisturize her skin all over. She wanted this night to be extra special. On the appointed time they met at his home, Mark met her with the same passion he always demonstrated, and this elicited a similar response from Cathy. They did not rush through their sex games this time, but took the time to savor the evening with a light repast and red wine. She carefully wheeled the small suitcase containing the exorbitant amount of money to the entrance of the house, and quickly exchanged it for the envelope of pictures along with all the negatives.
She got up from the bed, feeling utterly exposed, and humiliated unlike any other time, she had been degraded in their sex games. She went about gathering the discarded clothes, flung all over the cheap motel room in her haste to consume Mark. This gave her a reprise to think fast, and make a decision. This was no light matter, and she doubted she could consult this with her husband. She knew him well, and he would probably withdraw from the presidential race.
Once dressed, Cathy was partially composed and turned around to take a good look at Mark. She saw the dullness in the once sparkling diamond he had been to her. He was rotten to the core, and she knew then what must be done. She asked if anyone else knew of the pictures, and when it was assured that no one else had been approach with the pictures, she agreed to pay the sum of the extortion.
Cathy meticulously prepared for her date with Mark. She bathed languorously, and took extra care to exfoliate and luxuriously moisturize her skin all over. She wanted this night to be extra special. On the appointed time they met at his home, Mark met her with the same passion he always demonstrated, and this elicited a similar response from Cathy. They did not rush through their sex games this time, but took the time to savor the evening with a light repast and red wine. She carefully wheeled the small suitcase containing the exorbitant amount of money to the entrance of the house, and quickly exchanged it for the envelope of pictures along with all the negatives.
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After the business aspect was concluded, they made out on the couch while consuming a full bottle of wine, eventually moving their play to the bedroom. It did not evolve into a passionate sexual encounter after all, for Mark did not seem able to stay focused, his heart rate slowed down, and he seemed to have trouble breathing like a fish out of water, failing about in desperation. When it dawned on him what was happening he looked accusingly at Cathy.
This slow ebbing of his life force tore at Cathy’s heart. She shed genuine tears for him, while she gathering him lovingly in her arms, and kissed him tenderly on his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips, as his breathing faltered, and his hear rate slowed down to a stop.
- “Farewell darling. Trust me, this had to be done. There are sacrifices that need to be done for our country; it has always been this way.”
This slow ebbing of his life force tore at Cathy’s heart. She shed genuine tears for him, while she gathering him lovingly in her arms, and kissed him tenderly on his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips, as his breathing faltered, and his hear rate slowed down to a stop.
- “Farewell darling. Trust me, this had to be done. There are sacrifices that need to be done for our country; it has always been this way.”
