. again. We walked in the door when she made a sudden dash for the restroom, where we could hear retching noises."It was too soon to take her out of t...he hospital, we should take her back."Tami put a hand on my shoulder to stop me from going to her, "Doctor Chang warned me this could happen. Consider that all three of us got sick after we were ... umm, you know, I don't have a good word for this." Infected," I offered.Zoe punched me in the arm, "No, it's not an infection. I would say after we. Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come. Since you have though, so be it. You buy yourself some new work clothes, short skirts and high heels I believe you said was the preferred work attire of your new boss?" I nodded and he set his coffee cup back on the tray and as he did he bumped my nipple. He saw me flinch with pain, and simply said, "that time of the month?" Again I nodded and he dismissed me. That first "period" that I went through was tough. My nipples were constantly reaching out for something to brush against. My bra's hurt. I got up and sat on the side of the lounge chair. I took a big slug of the wine and lied back down on my back. Now I was shaking.He poured a line of oil from the middle of my throat down to my clit… slowly. When he got to my clit, he let the oil fall one agonizing drop at a time. When one hit it dead on, it was like a mini orgasm.When he put a hand on each tit and started kneading them, I had another small orgasm. My pussy contracted and I knew I was flowing freely. There was no way he couldn’t.