I curled up as small as I could, drawing the covers over my head. I just wish I could disappear or that this chest pounding pain was just a nightmare.... I wanted to wake up tomorrow with all of it gone. I yearn for it to go back to normal, to be able to look at him without feeling a disgusting tug in my stomach. My sobs echoed in the dark, empty room. It seemed like years before the tears were finally gone from my aching eyes. I thought that if I got up and heated some tea I might be able to. I wanted a listening device in his chambers, and a directional mic while following him. That was as a replacement for a tap on his phones. If he was smart he would talk in code, but men tended to get sloppy after time passed with nothing happening. Women got sloppy when they got angry, at least it seemed that way to me.I called Shelly’s office. “Shelly, I’ve been reading your husbands sheet. How would you like to help us put a nail in his coffin?” I asked.“You bet your ass I would,” she. ”“Oh Aniah. You have no idea how beautiful you are and they are! Didn’t the boys you were with like them?”“Sure they did, but they really hadn’t seen any others to speak of.”Marcie dropped to her knees and took the left nipple into her mouth and sucked gently on it. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her silken panties, and the smell of her sex had Marcie on the verge of an orgasm.After nursing on the other nipple as well, and with Aniah’s hands tangled in her hair, Marcie. I said, smiling. Im Sade, by the way. He looked at me for a long time, a gaze that was neither accusing or believing. Im Jay. he answered. Uhm, if you dont mind me asking, h-how old are you? I asked, a small blush coloring my cheeks. 25. Good. Im 18. So, wanna start? he asked, not impatiently, but not kindly, either. Feeling extremely awkward, I nodded. I didnt really know how this would work. Would we start with foreplay? Or would we watch a movie or something to get in the mood. Turns out I.