She put down her cup of tea and started to turn the page ofthe magazine she had been gazing at with such intent. I grabbedher by the arm just under he...r shoulder and dragged her toher feet so that she faced me. Still her eyes wouldn'tmeet mine so I took my other hand and slapped her across thecheek before holding her face tightly and kissing her andpushing my tongue past her unresponsive lips. What the hell was going on, whay was she being like this.The little slut was playing the cock tease and. Had to practically yell at her to tell me. She said he didn't like it but had accepted it. Of course I needed proof. Made her get naked and call him on speakerphone. She told him where she was and that she was already naked. Utter silence on the speakerphone. She timidly asked if he was still there. An audible sigh and a meek "Yea, I'm here". I asked if he knew his wife was a slut. More silence. I laughed and said "I need to know that you know and are ok with your wife being a slut. . That sounds good, I said as I drew her hips toward me while I walked. Any particular reason why? I asked just to be nosey. I like the way it makes me feel warm and squish inside, she replied. I also like how full I feel when you are inside me. I dont ever want you to leave me. I want to keep you inside me all the time. With that said she hugged herself against me really hard, pulling herself close to me with her arms and legs at the same time. It felt really good being inside her, but nowhere. The Gallery is where you've been working. Unless you want to work for a sales gallery, there's only the MCA here. Oh, I guess the Museum ... but that would mean working for dad."On Friday we went to the opera – Verdi's Don Carlos. I loved it, especially the duet between Carlo and his friend Rodrigo. But the scene with the bass voices – King Philip and the Grand Inquisitor – was thrilling. I'd read up on the five-act, French version, even though Opera Australia did the four-act Italian one. It's.