So, too, life had vanished from him.Oh, he had dated after she was gone. Tried to, at least. Nothing lasted more than a week or two. Craig knew why: h... wanted another Amy. Not her twin, physically or mentally, but ... he wanted what they had together. The same intimate, fun, yet not romantically serious commitment. He had loved her, yes, and she loved him, but...Craig looked across the table. He could see her, looking at him. Curly brown hair mussed a bit, an extra button or two hastily left. It was like she had pinched her nipples and made them poke against the thin material as she walked by his office. Suddenly, she bent over with her ass pointed at his door to pick up a paper and that short skirt raised above her ass and there was the hottest ass he had seen in years. She wore a skimpy thong that went up her ass crack and showed off the sexy cheeks. He was going to wait for the right moment and fuck her ass for sure. The opportunity arrived. He needed a file from the downstairs. “You could have sprung this on me earlier, Paul. Where are we going so I know what to pack? I can’t find some things I’d usually take.”I gave her my best imitation of an evil laugh, grabbed the stack of underwear she had laid out along with a couple of skirts and tops and dumped them all into the open carry-on.“There, you are packed.”“Hey!”I ducked back into the office before she could work up any real anger and grabbed the bag I had secretly packed for her the day before.“Here. Now you’re. I have to go. Errands my ass! I just want to get home to you and get relief, sweet relief. I need you so bad. I need to feel you take me, dominate me, make me yours. I have no idea how you have done this to me! You have turned me into a total submissive to you. Me! I tell Governors, Senators what to think. But right now I don’t care. I just need to feel both the pleasure and the pain you will give me when I get back to you.I slide behind the wheel of my car, tossing my briefcase on the.