As she slowly lifted her glass to her lips she continued to discard possible lovers one by one until she was down to one.In the center of the room sat... a man who seemed to be about her height. His face was rugged with the full mustache, yet it also seemed to be so genteel. Even in the darkened room she could see that he was well muscled, from good stock. Now all she had to do was put the next part of her plan into motion.After emptying the glass, she returned it to the bar, slowly turned toward. Your body which you supposedly promised was exclusively reserved for making love with your husband!! You did this behind your husband's back while he was out of town. Obviously, you didn't think it was all right with Mike or you wouldn't have been sneaking around. 'Only playing around?' What would it take to make you see it as a serious problem? Maybe, if you had Jake's kid?! Or maybe, if you tied Mike up and made him watch?! Shit, Vicky! Get real! At least be honest with yourself ... and me!" . I can see the need for wrestler nannies and sumo bodyguards as I grew (I forgot to mention my parents were quite well off?) But was there really a need for weighted braces and the constant injections to debilitate me? I was told since I could remember that I was weak, and the braces helped me to stand, and the injections helped me with my weakness. It was harped constantly that I needed to focus on my intellect and my spiritual development, to offset my physical defects.I suppose I was grateful. You growl in delight as you feel my tongue tracing the same line down again.For a moment I fear that I might have woken you as your hand presses my head closer to your neck.The lack of strength with which you do it however eases my mind, you are still within your erotic dreamscape.I comply with your unspoken demand in the hope to keep you there a while longer.Your hand tousles through my hair in absent minded motions as I lick and suck the skin at your neckline.The sounds you make are like.