Now my head is racing, I feel so unsure, if I go through with this what wil my husband think of me, will he still love me the way a husband should?.So... Duggs and I are in the kitchen, Martin is in the dinning room putting some music on and Duggs say's to me, "Well hon, after dinner, it's all about you, fill your boots". I'm thinking oh shit, he's really going to go through with this for me.So after some good food and a glass or three of nice wine and small talk, I take the bull by the horn's so. " This wasn't much information, but it was the minimum necessary. I grabbed a legal pad and a couple of form releases and stuffed them into my attaché case, told our receptionist where I was going, and headed out the door. Mountain View, Arkansas was about a three hour drive if I pushed it and didn't get stopped by the local gendarmes along the way.My route took me across the Mississippi River, swollen out of its banks at that season so that the bridge approaches crossed a mile or so of flooded. Her panties glide over her knees, down her calves, and over he feet and I toss them aside too.I grab her from the back and slide her to the edge of the couch. I part her knees with my hands. IT is so beautiful. Jet black hair covers the glorious mound of flesh, slight pink peeking through the opening. I dive in.I run my tongue up the slit of skin, then using my hands, open her lips. I focus on each individual part with my tongue. I penetrate her with my tongue, a familiar musty, tangy, salty. The tattoo... but did he screw me when I was out?" the young woman whispered. She had vaguely heard Lori telling her husband about a tattoo, but could not bring herself to believe Lu had intercourse with her while she was out. Reasoning that he would be listening, Lori didn't care if or what her husband heard. "You poor dear. The little bastard put the tattoo down there because Ken ordered him to do it." Andy heard the rustling of what was most likely clothing being removed. Then noises.