February 26, 2021


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Always A Mistress, Never The Wife Episode 6

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Okay, ma’am.” He nodded, and we began moving.
Bruce and I walked to the car, his eyes glued on my perfectly model-lish figure that was clearly made visible by the tight-fitting gown I had on, as he gave a slight tease at my ass, not minding if anyone was watching and pulled the front door of his Porsche open for me. I breathed a thank you, sealing his lips with a kiss and got in.
The festival was a sight to behold, but I couldn’t care any less as I was patiently waiting for the final event – the make out.
And my, it happened. Bruce’s car wasn’t all that spacious for what we had in mind, but I didn’t mind. We drove to a secluded area and started kissing; doing all kinds of things as the car humped and moved. Call it a curse or whatever, but this opportunity wasn’t something to come by anytime; having with the honourable Bruce Wilson at your feet. We went on for another hour, and before he could fully come into me the fourth time, I found my body already drenched with sweat.
I got up from his laps, putting myself in order and placing my embarrassingly huge boobs back into their cups as he kicked the car back on and started towards his house to continue. I spent the night over there, and when the first light came, he drove me home.
I got really tired from the day’s activity and slept in. I woke up to the sound of the singing birds outside, getting up lazily as I dragged my feet with me. I went about my regular morning business, scratching my daily yoga routine out, and got myself all dressed for grocery shopping.
On my way to the supermarket, I caught sight of a boy. His haggard looks made me have pity on him as he was stood drenched with sweat. I watched him offload a van and I took pity on him instantly, pulling over by the corner. I got out hurriedly, taking up my purse with me as I made towards him.
“Good day, ma’am,” He greeted nicely.
I stared at him with pity again, looking deeply into his eyes. “What’s your name, boy?”


“An-Antonio,” came his shaky response.
“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.
“Well, Antonio, why do you do this? You seem very young for this kind of job.”
“Oh, no, ma’am. I’m just trying to make some money for my sick grams,” He said sadly.
“Your grams? Oh God. Hold on,” I quickly unzipped my purse, taking out a twenty dollar bill out, and a small card, too.
I quickly scribbled something at the back of the card and stretched my hand out. “Here,”
“But ma’am -”
“I want you to take this.” I smiled at him.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. But I don’t even k-know you.” His voice cracked.
“Well, I’m Andrea Jefferson. But you can call me Andrea.” I said to him. “And you see this card, you can call me anytime you want… all right?”
“OH. Thank you so much, ma’am. Thank you.” He said happily.
I gave him a welcoming smile, as he appreciated my fine gesture. I looked back at him again, shaking my head as I walked back to my car.
As I drove, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. All the hardship he’s being going through that he doesn’t deserve. Everything! A tear broke freely from its gland and I quickly tore out a tissue, wiping it off.
Some days later, a knock came on the front door and, to my surprise, it was him.

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