There are times it would have been so easy to walk away. I know you would have let me." Gemma nodded silently, still holding his husband's gaze. "B...ut what I always come back to is that whatever else has happened, you're still the person, if not the woman that I married. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than this to make me stop loving you." There was more he had to say, so much more, but his voice betrayed him. His words trailed off into silence. "It's all right. I know you still. I just couldn’t get to sl**p, no matter what I did. I’d had another shower, messed around on my phone, tidied my clothes away properly and even played with myself twice. Nothing worked, I was WIDE awake. I decided to explore the hotel, I’ve been there enough to know Vegas never shuts, so I threw on a thin crop top, denim hot pants, my favourite converse and headed to the lift. The hallways were quiet and so was the lift. I pressed for the lobby and it headed down, stopping once to let an older. " Karen sank to her knees and put her hands on her thighs and it was such a beautiful sight to watch her taking Ryan’s cock right in to the hilt. She was clearly opening her throat to devour his full length and her saliva was dribbling down her chin. He was holding her head as he rhythmically used her willing mouth and I asked him, "Does your wife do this for you Ryan?" He was moaning softly but managed to say, "She never has and I doubt she ever will." After a few more slow deep thrusts. When they talked about ‘subversion through art’ on my modules, I used to just put my head down so they couldn’t see me laughing. ‘Slowly I began to want to fuck who I wanted, not who he wanted me to fuck, and then he beat me. ‘I only thought about leaving twice. Once was three months after I’d met him. This lad from school … came looking for me. We only had a bit of a chat but my ex-husband saw us and came after him with a length of chain. I managed to hold him off. I thought he would beat me.