He knew that Mary, like him, was turned on by a sexy, sweaty body. It was something about being fit, the pheromones drive you wild. As he came to th...e house, he saw a familiar jogger coming from the other direction – their alternate running route. He jogged in place, watched his wife come toward him. Her compact breasts bounced as she ran with an economy of motion learned over time and a number of ten-K races. She saw him, pulled herself to a stop. “You’re already here!” “Yes. And now. Stepping out into the cool night air in front of the hotel, I wondered briefly where it was she intended on taking me."Just really want a quickie to cap off the evening," she informed me. "Usually, a cab ride will do the trick, and they can quite often be fun and exciting whenever I do," she explained. Almost immediately flagging down an available cab a short time later, she climbed into the back seat with me following as the cab driver looked over the back seat towards us."Where too?" He asked. I rapped by pouty, bright-red lips around that cock, well, almost around the head anyway. When he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it in to the back of my throat, and my jaw clicked as it was forced open unnaturally far (just like it had with the first Bobby), I knew this was it. He tried to fuck me in the stall, but I convinced him that we would have a much better time in my room upstairs (where my husband was waiting with the camcorder (yep, we’re still in the VHS years here).We had. I listened to the conversation as it took place.“Mr. John Dawes?”“Yes.”“This is the London Safe Depository. We regret to inform you that we had a break-in last night, and your lockers appear to have been opened.”“What is missing, if anything?”“We cannot tell, sir. Only you have knowledge of what these lockers contained. It is the way we operate. We offer these lockers for your use, and it is up to you how you use them. We offer a rental facility; that is all.”“But what about the high value.