That's pretty much how they treat himwhen they're together, anyway. I don't know about her husband, Dave. He's a really good guy, but, well, from wha... Karen said and from myown experience, men are much more conservative. He'd probably have ahard time accepting it. I suppose I could talk to Karen and see whatshe thinks. She knows him better than I do." Why don't you do that, Ginny? If Dave's okay with it, then do it forthe weekend. Just a couple of days to get a sense of how Jamie. It's the answer I was hoping for. I slowly walk to her and make her drink the rest of the water. That bottle makes almost two liters of water. She looks up at me almost pleading, "I need to pee..." She pleads. I'm not surprised she needs to piss after drinking all that water. I wont answer her and sit back in my chair facing her getting comfortable. I can see her clenching her stomach trying to hold on to the piss building up in her bladder. Piss that has to come out. I move my chair forward so. After you... Now it begins... Door closed. Relief. Giggles. The anonymous decoration. The huge bed. Perfect. Turning you to face the mirror at the end of the bed, standing behind you kissing your neck as your breathing gets deeper. You turn and our lips meet, my hands cupping your breasts, feeling their weight. Perfect. I break the kiss. We look into the mirror as I slowly unbutton that crisp white shirt, easing it off your shoulders as you reach behind me, grabbing my bum, squeezing tight. My. I asked her- “How you know about me?”She told-“I met you already at a birthday party.”I was a bit shocked –“ Really? I didn’t remember.”She said-“ Yes you wouldn’t because you were in another mood that time.”She showed me photos of that party. I was actually there with her. Now she started talking more. She told that her husband is addicted to watching porn photos over the internet and he likes this thing. She told that she has no problem this but sometimes he neglects her over this.“So how can.