The writing was on the wall for everyone but me.Eric started making plans for us to retire and raise a family together. I told my agent to start accep...ing gigs from other photographers, because I thought that Eric was holding me back. Why I thought that, I still don't know today; Eric was actually holding me up not back, but my ego couldn't deal with it.On one of those shoots with another photographer, the seeds that destroyed my world were sown. I was having trouble doing the things that the. Her need for him was reaching near deliriousness.He unzipped, pushing his own jeans and briefs down around his legs, his erect member springing forward and pressing against her slick sex. He rubbed himself against her. She groaned and gyrated back against him, growing wetter. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her, his dick pushing into her tight pussy slowly.She gripped the side of the sink, whimpering with desire.Groping her ass one last time, his hands slid to her hips, pulling her against. This left them in a state of sweet fatigue that they did not want to destroy by sleeping. Thus they sat on the bed, leaning closely on each other, their mouths and hands sticky, and begin to lick honey off each other’s fingers and then also off their mouths, giving each other sweet kisses of honey. The older they were, the closer they felt to each other – the more intimate their caresses grew. They needed only each other, no other person, only each other and the little patio in which they. ” “And what is that?” “I... aahh... shall be flogged, Highness,” answered the slave. Flavia sensed that he was getting close to his peak and was striving desperately to control himself. “That goes for you too,” said Venetia to the other slave, who was continuing to fuck ponderously. Obviously trying to save himself, thought Flavia. Venetia turned to her. “And what have you been doing, my dear?” “I went to watch the return of Xena,” said Flavia with a happy smile. “Ahh... so she’s back now. I.