"I know that," Jim said quietly."I guess I am saying that this will be a trial; not for you but for me," Jenny said sincerely. "I'm going to need all ...our help. I need variety and maybe a little kinky sex, kind of like you eating me last night." I'll do that anytime you want," Jim said with a smile of pride."You 'Mr.' are going to have to be very creative in satisfying my wild desires," Jenny joked, trying to lighten up the conversation."Well, that's going to be some task if last night was any. Her skirt was pulled down as far as it would go. Gina looked and felt dazed. That was one hard fuck after days of hard fucks. The driver said to her, “Aren't you gonna say thanks for the ride, you cunt?”“Thanks. For the ride,” Gina said slowly.“You're an ungrateful slut,” the driver said and slapped her face hard. “See ya around, bitch.”Gina watched the truck drive away and looked around with dismay. She was literally in the middle of nowhere. At least she was dressed but imagined she. He was truly grateful to the government of the day which had introduced a small tax on new plastic shopping bags to encourage just such reuse.Sure enough, half an hour later she came into Best’s supermarket while he was still mooching round picking up his weekly shop.He made sure he finished well before she did and went out to the car park with his shopping. Driving out of there, he travelled some distance further than he knew she had come, to a small housing estate with a local shop which sold. “You’re a good-looking guy, Jay.”“Thank you. You’re a doll yourself.”“I didn’t marry for the sex, either, baby, but just WOW!”“I know. I’m almost paralyzed.”Happily married. That was before. Now we’re happily married and in possession of a few million dollars. Between that and sexual satisfaction, one can go to sleep with a smile.I woke up in the middle of the night. Jay and I had rolled in opposite directions, so I was facing away from him and I’m half awake and I find that empty arms are not.