I looked at Masha and answered, "Banzai is sharp as hell and he certainly figured out exactly what happened. If you remember he ate the same meal here... before on your china plates but what really clinches the deal is her taking one of the chocolate hearts I gave you. I showed those to Banzai and bragged about them so I know he would remember those."Masha looked sad and asked the next logical question, "Jack, what do you think Ben will do about this?"I shook my head and answered, "Tatiana really. I was also a bit crueler, making her fuck her own ass with her finger. Watching it slid in and out, and watching Allison watch it. I wasn’t very far from coming, my cock hard and straining in my jeans. Patience, I told myself. Then it was time for the plug. I lined it up on her asshole. “Ok, baby. It’s time. Give yourself to me. Give your ass to me. Show Allison what a hungry ass you have, how much you want to be my slave.”I could hear her breathing hard, working up to it. I slid my right hand. "Jess," he pouts.One knee at a time, she straddles his lap. Digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders and neck, Jess smiles when Sam is unable to hold in a moan. He's tight. Tension and frustration pour off of him in waves."Take a break," she urges, continuing her massaging."The test is in three days," he answers. "I really need to do well."Her mouth glides over his, her fingers tangling in his shaggy locks. Her tongue darts teasingly along his lower lip and he groans as he tugs her. And that was the routine, day after day, week after week, month after month. And then Travis realized, with an enlightening horror, that their second anniversary was approaching—and that he had seen more of his secretary and coffee boy than of his wife. A whole year had escaped them both without an inkling of their suspicion. This sudden remembrance caused him to recall something from that last anniversary. What was strange, was that though the wild sex on that first anniversary should have.