"Your wife must have felt very lucky."The expression on Verus' face was unreadable. "I don't know about that," he said quietly. "She only spent maybe ...five years in total with me, I was away so much." Yet in those five years you had six children," said Lady Emogen. "When you were home, you obviously loved one another."His stern face broke into a smile. "Well, we did do some good portions of loving, for certain," he said. His eyes were not focusing properly, and Emogen knew he was no longer. "So tell me...did you like it? Did you like a little fucking up the ass," he kept on."It was different," she shot back. Almost on reflection, "Yea, I liked it. Not at first, but yea. After a while I liked it. But Mike wasn't as big as you. Least I don't remember him being that big," Sandy added."But you want it don't you. You want me to fuck that ass of yours too don't ya," he pressed. I could just imagine the thoughts in her head."Maybe... yea, I'll let you fuck my ass," Sandy said back. ........... He left his house and went to his 11:00 am meeting with a big construction company that had been after him for years to sell his company to them. And today he was finalizing the deal. He sold his company for a little over 5 million dollars. He then leaves the meeting at 12:30, stopped and had some lunch then at 1:00 he called Dana, he thinks, this is her last chance, to be honest with me. She answered hello, Jim said hello Dana, I miss you, she says who is this, he says it’s Jim. WPC Silverton was in her mid twenties and pretty in a classic mould. Tall with rounded curves she was still athletically slim and professionally aloof to the point of frigidity. It was a barmy summer's evening and she had dispensed with her hi-vis jacket and her stab vest. This left her dressed in her black patrol boots, black trousers, white short sleeved blouse (flimsy enough to make out the white bra underneath), black and white cravat and black helmet with the black and white chequered.