A routine check-up, then back to her routine job, home that evening to her routine marriage, with routine sex at weekend. She hated it. Just once, she... wanted something not routine, something exciting, different, sexy. Maybe this could help solve her problem.She slipped the magazine into her bag, feeling guilty for stealing the magazine, and promising herself that she would bring some of the magazines lying in the corner of the room at home. Back at work, Elizabeth carried out her routine jobs. To which she replied its ok if its urine. I asked her, “What if it’s not urine?”“Don’t waste if it’s not urine the next time,” she replied. This made me horny and my dick started to become erect. I went near her and kept my hands on her shoulder. She didn’t react. So I went near her and kissed her on her neck. She hugged me when I kissed on her neck and I started to lick her neck.I pushed her to the bathroom wall and pressed on her boobs, and tried to undress her. She pushed me and said my. For some reason, that nasty term popped into my head as I led the two of them into the bedroom that we’d assigned to them. And, yes, I wanted to play with them.Mindy and I had ordered and picked up a multi-course take-out formal dinner from an upscale caterer in Stanford. We had a big cooler in the car that carried everything and kept things warm. While I gave the house tour, Mindy worried about serving the prepared dinner to our friends.Over dinner, we had a talk about the house and property,. "Stop with that nasty talk,the day of my aunt's funeral." Gerry hung his head and cried harder. "Thefirst thing you'll do" said Helen, taking off her jacket and tucking inher sweater further "Is call me Miss Keri Ann. And the second thing isyou'll strip and bring me Auntie's handcuffs." ******************************* "Ohh..Miss Keri Ann. Can't I at least sit down with you?" Starknaked, Gerry was standing, hands cuffed behind him in front of a chaise loungewhere Keri Ann was lying casually..