We entered the garage first because its side door was swinging open. It was kind of eerie to me: old, dark, and dank. My husband had a flashlight in t...e car and we needed it here because there were no windows.I didn't go all the way inside, but from the doorway I could see that it was mostly empty, with just enough room to park one car. In one corner, jumbled up together, were some old, ruined pieces of furniture; a bed frame - the really ancient kind that would support just a thin mattress, a. "Boadie's a drummer. Like, he needs space or whatever and you know it."Terry approved quietly of his unofficial name. He was hardly a terror apart from his searing slide guitar style. He often felt he was the best musician in the group, although the others felt that Boadie added a professional dimension in spite of his erratic behaviour.He glared dolefully at the Dutch boys, fully aware that a combative verbal response could easily start a fist-fight in the rented warehouse where they. “Are you wet?” I asked. She nodded. “Prove it,” I ordered. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and they came out glistening with her juices. Guess she’s enjoying this after all, I thought.“Taste yourself. Is it good?” She slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, then nodded. “Grab a towel and clean us up. I’m ready to fuck your cunt.” She did as told and jerked my cock a bit as she dried it off. I really had no interest in having it all wiped up, I just wanted to order her. She said one of the blokes at work was always chating her up and offering to take her for a drink at lunch time. His name was David he was divorced and lived with his teenage daughter and their Alsatian called Rory.A week later she came home and asked me if I was still alright with her having other blokes, I said as long as it did not come between us go ahead but I must know everything, she said she would always be honest with me and never leave me, she said she would tell David if he was.