I'd been doing 'escorting' when I met him, and though I'd stopped for over six months after we got married, it was like a d**g, and I drifted back int... it. I could claim I was forced, but that is too easy, and I don't deserve easy any more, I've lost my right to that.I had no idea were he'd gone, where he was living, and despite my calls, he refused to speak to me, or even listen to me. I was desperate, almost suicidal, and though I understood his hurt, I knew he loved me, or at least had, and. Michael, the stable boy of my father's estate, was a man who knew the baser windings of carnality.I was no virgin. Being a widow of about three years, I had to devise ways to getting pleasure at any turn. But so far, Michael was the best of them all.With his dark skin, well muscular lean body, he was magnificent. He had the most riveting dark eyes that crinkled permanently with a sensuality that beckoned to my wantonness. And a mouth that bespoke wanting to be kissed all the time. Who was I to. "Hmm," he appeared to ponder. "I've been talking with your mother andfather, and we think a change of scene might do you some good."On the face of it, this is probably a good idea: I've never found myparents to be particularly helpful where my mental illness is concerned.But... that cloud of knives. Scalpels, in fact. Doctor Moore was an evilman: quite possibly already arranging the shark attack on the DeskSergeant...Damn it, I was losing my grip on reality again. It had been an. It felt so good. Carrie had her hand around my shaft gently wanking me while she sucked my balls.I said that if she didn't stop then I was going to cum. Carrie had an idea of what she wanted to do with me. Just then the timer went to let us know the pizza is ready. We were both quite hungry so agreed we should eat. After dinner, I said, just wait there a minute. I went in the bedroom, Carrie wondered what I was doing. After a few minutes I shouted for her to come through. I’d got my camera set.