Don’t get me wrong – Tara fulfils all my needs and completely satisfies. We’re not swingers because our sex life together is lacking; in fact, i...t’s quite the opposite. We’re so into each other and secure with ourselves that we want to share our sex life, explore it and enhance it. We’re always completely faithful to each other when we’re not swinging together, but when we do start to swing I get off on watching other guys adore her and the same for her watching me.We’ve tried loads of different. It was as if sex talk were a glue, and I could myself bonding to him, though the truth was much deeper than that, I was a sex addict, and he was supposed to be my ther****t.My periods were heavy and they left me almost anaemic, ending with me seeing my local GP and an intrusive examination. Because of the embarrassing situation I explained to him my parents did not know I was doing this, I wanted to keep it quiet, which opened the door to his abuses of me, which I reciprocated willingly.I. He noticed that she was fidgeting considerably, her hands seemed to twist together and then go to her chest or to tap on her thighs. She was leaning back on her heels and swaying from foot to food. Finally, the barista handed the drink over and she turned and faced him. She was very attractive, not drop dead beautiful by any means, but she had a nice italian face, olive skin, very long black hair that seemed a little unkept or was ruffled by a long work day, and a fit-but-curvy figure that. "Uhmm... the DCI isn't here right now sir, but the Deputy's in his office. One moment please?" he stammered slightly and reached for the phone on his desk top."Son, if you're even thinking of calling for security, I'd advise you to squash that thought." Wills said sternly.The man grimaced slightly and nodded his understanding. He lifted the receiver and punched a button."Sir, Dr. Wills would like a word with you right away." He paused, listening. "Yes sir, Internal Security. Very urgent sir..