Because it feels better when my palm touches my cockhead, I spit into my hand now and then. I start slowly but with force, but when my wife starts to ...speed up her rubbing and starts to moan louder, I also speed up my movements. We are both lying on the wooden couches, heads are now more backwards against the walls, our hands playing with ourselves. I have my eyes closed and I assume my wife also. But her moaning, the sounds of rubbing and jerking and the fact that it seems we have the same kind. She was restless, and dissatisfied more than usual. She couldn’t even concentrate on her reading, her favorite hobby. The Des’Cantier library was large, and Cassia’s only solace was in the books within, most of which she had already read cover-to-cover.As much as she would have loved to just shut herself away in the old ill-maintained manor for the rest of her life, she did need to eat, and a distant part of her thought getting a breath of fresh air would calm her nerves.Cassia didn’t even get. Now how do I approach her on what had happened without frightening her? I asked myself. Or should I just be brazen? To hell with it nothing ventured nothing gained! “You certainly have had a good view of me and my performance with Beckie, how about returning the favour? I asked. She looked back into my eyes and with a quizzical stare replied, “What do you mean?”. “I mean you’ve seen me naked how about letting me see you naked” I replied. Jazz did look frightened so I backed off “You don’t have. Finally, "Shirley, Wendy has been given the same code words for going into trances that you have been given, only with her own name. Anytime you hear me take her into the trance state, you will hear what I say but ignore it unless I address you directly. You will continue to ignore everything else I do until you hear me bring her out of hypnosis or when I bring Waking Wendy back. Do you understand?" Yes." Take me to the Room of Worries." We're there." Waking Shirley is back."Shirley blinked two.