‘Hi, Sole Queen!’ I said as I answered. But much to my surprise and dismay, her tone was much different than it had been in my previous interactio... with her. Speaking very fast, she sounded short of breath, hysterical, distraught, angry, tearful, and desperate. ‘Steven, I’m sorry, we can’t do our session tonight! My fucking piece of shit car broke down. I was driving to a session and I called the guy and told him what happened, and I asked him to help me, but the mother fucking asshole called. "Devin let out an exaggerated groan. They'd been married for nearly 4 years but her parents still never seemed to like him."Oh shush. They like you. They're just good about showing it, not like..." a sharp knock at the door interrupted her."Shit, he's early," she grumbled."It's fine! You look beautiful, the apartment looks great, let's just have a good time." Sandra nodded and walked over to the door with him, feeling a little nervous, just like she always did. Devin opened the door."Hi! So you. Lightly tanned like the rest of her – no tan lines. Dark brown nipples already standing to attention, around a centimetre proud of her boobs – impressive nips! She pinches them, pulls and gives her boobs a little shake. Smiling toward the camera as she pulls. “I’m very turned on ... This is insane ... I can’t wait...”She lets go of her nipples and unzips the side of her mini-skirt, lets it fall away to reveal white brief panties – then slips those panties down her stockinged thighs, knees, down. She recalls how he made her beg for mercy, how he had made her plead to let her come. She remembers so clearly the build up to that amazing moment, but instead of reliving her earthshattering orgasm, her thoughts are replaced by the news headlines. Her heart goes heavy, like she is being dragged down into the depths of hell. Her husband’s voice echoes around her head. ““…Massive Floods…..Overnight Flight….Assam…..Must help…” She feels empty and devoid of emotion. Like someone has taken her.