She closed her eyes and sighed happily, realizing that she had just discovered the meaning of life--fucking and fucking again.Chapter 6It was late the... next night and Fran and her husband, Mike, were alone in the luxurious master bedroom. Fran was on her hands and knees in the middle of the big bed, her husband kneeling behind her.The beautiful woman looked back at Mike over her right shoulder, her eyes glittering with desire and excitement."Oh, please hurry, darling! I'm so horny! Go ahead! Do. “Aaww baby I’m sorry, do you want to tell me about it,” I ask walking behind the chair an begin to gently massage your neck an shoulders. Letting my fingers press against the back of your scalp, you lean back an groan. “Naw its over, I want to know all about you.” what have you been up to, while I’ve been away?” “The usual, I tried to keep myself busy, reading, gardening, shopping. I met the girls for lunch. Watched some movies. . . . . . . and I missed you.” “Read anything interesting ?”. She was wearing what she wore most nights, a long t-shirt that d****d to mid thigh. Her hands slowly moved up her long legs. When she got to the bottom hem of her t-shirt she grabbed it and started lifting it up. When she got half way to her waist I realized something was under her shirt."What's going on?" I repeated.She did not reply but kept slowly lifting up her shirt. The object took shape. It looked like a smooth black dildo but I could not figure out how it was hanging there. Her shirt. Two large ballistas pointed out, their deadly bolts aimed at the river below. Their crews stood at attention, both the uniforms and unit badges brand new. He nodded to them."At ease, men." They relaxed, a bit. "How are the accommodations?" Good, Your Grace." The sergeant looked at his men, who nodded in agreement. "Nothing we can't adapt to." Good. We don't want to make it TOO cozy," James said, smiling. This elicited a chuckle from both the soldiers and his guards. "But, let us know what you.