." You know something," the woman said, sitting up again, the dildo rolling next to her on the bed. "I lied earlier. In your office..."David, with spu...nk all over his desk, gloop oozing from his cock, gasped."What? What did you lie about?" My husband," she replied, corners of her mouth twitching.A heavy cloak of unease settled over David."Wuh-what about him?" He's here now, Mr Glanfield. He's been watching me fuck myself ... He's been listening to everything."David went cold, ice in his veins. . Let me think." There was a thoughtful pause. "What color inkwere you planning to use?" I don't know. Blue or black. Whatever is on my desk." Why don't you use four colors: blue, black, red and green. A differentcolor for each. Let's do blue for 'Yes Miss Becky', red for 'PleaseMiss Becky', black for 'Thank you Miss Becky' and finally green for'I'm sorry Miss Becky. It won't happen again'. Do you have that?" Ummm... Yes Miss Becky. I think I do." Tom was hurriedly writing downthe colors.. As my hand explored the great hills of your behind, it was the valley that seemed to trigger the response. I traced through the valley to find a deep cavern. My fingers traced the outside of the cavern and the moans got louder and more intense.Just then I feel something touching me, exploring me. Your hand had freed itself and was moving down my chest to my stomach. With caution and intimidation the freed hand slowed as it was passing my stomach. It felt wonderful to feel the tips of your. ‘Its wonderful to be with you at last,’ he says, and you clink glasses. You sit on the couch together and he asks about events in your life, Things you have already spoken about in your conversations, and you ask questions of him and gradually you begin to learn new things about each other. You feel relaxed, you know that the wine is helping, and when he leans towards your face, you allow his lips to rest on yours. It is not a passionate kiss, merely a brush of the lips, he does it again this.