“Can I help, Winter?”“Maybe so. Finish clearing the table.”Working with the Sullivans, we had identified almost every face in those fucking se...curity tapes. I had given everything we had to Sergeant Louise Finch, Daddy’s number two on the case.Unsurprisingly, some of the men we put names to worked for SafeGuard Protection. They were under contract to cruise by the shelter, but also had several other clients in the Northeast.What I had neglected to do, hadn’t even thought to do, was compare the. ’ I felt like I was on display, sitting there in the foyer of one of Chicago’s foremost restaurants, without a partner. Not that I was complaining too much. I’m twenty six years old and I keep myself in shape. I stand just over five and a half feet tall, and I have dark chestnut hair that hangs to my waist. As any woman with curls can tell you, it’s a pain in the proverbial ass trying to keep curly hair of that length neat. I’d struggled for three hours this evening trying to get it tamed. I. I am 5feet 5 inches, about 55kgs weight, 36,28 38 figure with long black hair upto my butt, I am fair complexioned. My husband is a nice guy, takes care of me very well. He is ok in bed but after one year of marriage I feel that something is missing between us, I don’t know if it’s the chemistry or what. We are loving couple but somehow that intensity of love making between us is missing I feel for some reason.Its another Saturday night, we just finished our dinner and ahmed is on our kingsize. She tiptoed as we kissed and wrapped her arms and locked them on the back of my neck. I pulled her in towards me and rested my hands on her hips.My warm palms slowly made their way into her pants, to her ass. Caressing both cheeks lovingly before groping them like a perverted maniac.Our lip-locking continued. But I think it was too hot and brought Disha onto the edge. She roughly nibbled on my lower lip. I gasped and slightly pulled away. “Playing rough, aren’t we?” I said. I let go of her ass..