.." I trail off, unsure of what I want to ask for, just knowing I need him inside of me.He laughs at me. "You need what?"I feel myself flush as I try ...to formulate a response. I clamp my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs, and his quick and sharp slap across my thigh quickly convinces me to open them again.I open my mouth to speak, but I'm still unable to come up with the words I want.In a rush, I blurt it out. "I need you inside me." Nothing. No response from him.I try. When I woke up I looked at my phone. It was nearly 4. I had to decide: Would I go through with it or not? Looking back on it now, I don’t suppose there was ever much chance I wouldn’t go. I was too curious, too sexually charged after what had happened the last two nights, not to go. I felt like a bit of a whore, but there you go.When I got to the bathhouse it was a few minutes after the hour. The guy was sitting on a bench near the door, facing away from me, a towel draped around his neck. I. She looked at the wife and said "that's it bitch now you're getting the idea" as she said that I looked at her and I saw she was sucking another man's cock though the window pulling on his arse so she could take it deep and as I was getting fucked I heard the man groan as he shot his load in to my wife's mouth then the back doors opened both sides as one got in behind the wife she stuck her arse in the air and let him eat her arse and cunt as she took another cock in her mouth then when the one. "When she was in the bedroom, I hit play. "Oh, my god! That's Zed Barclay, the Galveston District Attorney! I don't know the other man, but why the hell is someone like Barclay giving him bag full of money?" When the scene ended in snow on the screen, she popped the tape out and stuffed it in her purse.I held the appointment book while she was doing that and the bookmark caught my attention. An admission ticket for something, date stamped last month. I pulled it out and looked at it. Admit one.