”“I thought I had. I often feel concerned that I missed out on being able to raise my own baby. It’s one of a number of regrets that I have abou... my life. The other is that with the exception of Marg I really have never had a meaningful relationship. Marg and I are very close but we are more like very close friends with benefits if you know what I mean.”“Where is this leading, Cherie?”“Be patient, Goyse. I want you to understand, to know how I feel and how I think.”“Marg understands how I feel. By then I was a regular at the club, pulling off five and six night a week, but still only £60 a night. One day I came home and there had been a parcel delivery for me and when I opened it, it was full of sexy lingerie, I mean stuff that made me blush, my husband had ordered it online, "We can't afford this", I protested, but he said, "You wear it, let those old men see you in it, and double your money".I was taken aback, flabbergasted, my husband was suggesting I get a bit more personal with. They were on the bathroom floor after you had showered and, well, I took them.” Hearing that, Sandy immediately felt some deeper tingling, some deep, hidden urges, fighting to make their way to the fore. She had simply thought she had misplaced them, and had gone out to buy another pair when she couldn’t find it. Never had it crossed her mind that, something like this had happened. “Whatever for?” she remembered asking rather meekly. “To have something, something intimate of yours, to have. " Despite being taken aback by his demanding tone, his request turns me on so much. He loosens his tie, laying it next to me on the desk. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, kicking off his shoes at the same time. I sit on the edge of the desk, slowly spreading my legs. He wheels his chair until his face is right at my pussy. He takes a huge whiff, moaning as he does. I slide back onto the desk, slipping my hand between my legs. I start moaning as I rub my clit in circular motions. "Get your.