She asked Bill if she could land at the north airport to introduce Renee to Lucile. Bill said, “I’ll make a call to make sure the runway is clear....”“We will be back later today with road equipment and stuff. You will probably have the ERJ 135 here also later. They will need to get to the hotels. Bill, can you get me a fuel truck in the Bahamas? Thanks, I’ll talk to you later.”Meg told Aaron she was stopping at the north field to see Lucile and she would catch him on the other side of the Bahamas. I hate to admit it, but I knew those things had more than a little to do with our barely existent sex life.I decided to do something about it. I cleaned out one of the spare bedrooms and turned it into an exercise room. I bought a universal weight machine, a tread mill, a stair climber, and installed mirrors covering every wall.At first, Richard blew off my dedication to getting in shape. I still cooked him his favorite meals, but I tried to make them a little healthier without him noticing. I. . . And second, and most important, You cannot say a word of this to ANYONE!...Not a soul, or I could go to jail, do you understand?" She nodded at me, then a little smirk crept over her face, followed finally, with a grin which signaled her joy in being allowed to do something she knew was not allowed, and that she'd never be able to do anyplace else. Emily stood, smoothing her shirt, and shyly shuffled over to me. About halfway there, I saw her kind of hop, causing the shirt to flutter. When she says “nine” I feel the cum rising in Mistress' cock and so does she. Mistress says “eight” and stops stroking just as I begin to erupt. She laughs as she watches the cum spasm from my ruined orgasm into my open, willing mouth and splatters on my face. Mistress purrs with delight as she milks the last several drops into my open mouth and asks, “Do you like it as much as I liked swallowing all those other men’s loads?” She laughs again and whispers in my ear, “That re-stiffening of my.