Sunday
Afternoon
Amara jumped as
Georgia appeared beside her. "Where
in hell have you been all morning? The
last thing I remembered was getting into the limo with you and then I was here
and you had disappeared."
"Yeah, more of
your friend Luther's doings. Do you know
where I left my phone? I need to call
home and find out what Carter has been up to and let him know that I am on my
way."
"I think you
left it in my bedroom when we were getting dressed to go out last night."
Georgia nodded and
turned and left the room. Sure enough, the phone sat on the stand next to
the bed. As Georgia picked it up she
noticed that she had several text and picture messages. Pressing the message icon she scanned through
the first few pictures not believing what she was seeing. The first picture was of some strange woman
that Georgia had never seen before and the bitch was wearing her lingerie and
boots. "I am going to kill that son-of-a-bitch," She screamed loud enough to bring her sister
on the run.
"What
now?" Amara asked.
Georgia handed her
the phone. Amara started to scan through
the messages. "Wow, have you looked
at all of these?"
"No, only the
first few. I could not get past the one
with the bimbo wearing my clothes."
"Yeah, well that
isn't the worst of it. Take a look at
this one."
There in full color
was Carter wearing his her panties and licking the toe of one of her
boots. And she was pretty sure whose
foot was in the boot.
Georgia was ready to
explode. "That bastard is going to
pay once I get home. And I won't be
calling to warn him that I am coming either."
Amara looked at her
sister and shook her head. "You
might want to calm down a little before you leave. Remember what you have been doing the last
two nights before you decide to kill your husband for doing something
similar."
"Similar my
ass. I didn't bring a man into our
bedroom and let him rummage through Carter's clothes. And truthfully I didn't go out looking for
some piece of ass to bring home with me.
Don't you start giving me lectures after what you have got me involved in. How
much did you get for selling me out anyway?"
"It wasn't like
that." Amara looked down at her
feet, trying to give herself some time to figure out exactly what to tell her
sister.
"So what was it
like then?" Georgia asked. It was plain that she was not happy with
Amara but she was trying to keep her anger in check.
"I was in a bad
place after my divorce. I was drinking
too much and got into the wrong crowd. I
was trying to prove that I was still desirable so I dressed and acted like a
slut. I would end up at parties where
everything and anything went. That was
where I met Luther. You saw how
persuasive he could be. He introduced me
to men that a woman like me could only dream of being with. Well, you met a couple of them, Jake and Blake,
so you know what I am talking about."
"Ok, I can
understand how that might have been an attraction, but where did I come into
the game?"
"Well, once I
was totally hooked on being fucked by men with gigantic cocks, Luther started
demanding that I do things for him that I was not comfortable doing." And again she hesitated.
"What kind of
things are you talking about?"
Georgia demanded.
"Once he
insisted I accept a date from my married boss.
Another time he sent me into a church wearing a short skirt and no
panties. I was to sit in the front row
and flash the preacher in the middle of his sermon. When the service was over the preacher called
me into his office. Luther had already
told me that would happen and when it did I was to seduce the preacher right
there in the church."
"And what would
happen if you refused?"
"I don't know, I
never felt like I could refuse.
Disobeying him never even came into my mind until he told me that I had
to serve you up for him. I really tried
to refuse that order but here you are. I
am so sorry, Georgia."
"Don't worry
about it. No harm has been done. I know how to handle Luther. Of course,
he doesn't have anything that I want badly enough to do the types of things you
have done."
Georgia then took her
sister into her arms and gave her a big hug.
"Try to take care of yourself.
I really have to be going. I have
a long drive and a husband to severely beat about the head and shoulders.
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