Wow! Two years, what do you do for sex, I asked her. She said I have toys but I miss having sex. I asked her, did you tell him you want to get fucked?... She said that every time she brings up sex he gets mad at her and yells and make her feel like crap. She looked at her phone and said oh it’s late, I have to cook dinner for my husband; we had talked for over three hours and she looked like she didn’t want to leave. I told her that we should do this again soon, I’m off during the day so it would. Most of the space was set aside for use by the SS-type guards. These were the fanatic personal bodyguards for the Boss of Bosses. They thought that they were "hot stuff" in their fancy uniforms and openly-worn side arms. Each floor had a small armory mostly stocked with 9 mm ammunition for the machine-pistols these bodyguards used. They never really expected to need it, so much of the ammunition was well out of date and of problematical value.There were a few guards on duty, but most of the. And after sixteen months since the night we met, I knew my Ted well enough to know he’s going to say yes to my request.I was about to get another of Ted’s mind-blowing fucks. So yeah, damned right my heart was racing and I could barely breathe! I was hot for my husband, my perfect stud!You didn’t even have to be more than half listening, to hear my pounding heart and my panting breaths of pure, unadulterated lust at that moment.“Could I suck your cock, my love?” I whispered softly, timidly,. Sometimes I think perhaps they were slightly jealous that I looked like I was bringing another member to the fold. Well, lets call her Era. She was an extremely intelligent girl, and we practically communicated sometimes by just looking at each other. Uncanny. We would discover that we even wore identical clothes some days.Well, reader, you are probably wondering where this stroll down memory lane is leading. Actually, I am getting around to an incident that happened a few days ago. I just.