She knew exactly where it was headed and seeing as she did, she allowed it all to happen. Maybe that would set off the spark she had so hoped for but ...o, it didn’t happen. Still, she tried to enjoy herself as best she could while Thomas’ hand strolled, slowly, down inside the shafts of her thighs. She even murmured some so that he could assume she felt all the pleasure a woman, like her, should feel, but she wasn’t feeling it at all. Nope, she felt sterile actually. She didn’t and couldn’t feel. I couldn’t lie to him, ‘Yes, I do see what you mean about the men but I think I would like to try it, but I wouldn’t want to do it if you didn’t and I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else’ I said kissing him, ‘I love you too much.’ He laughed as he kissed me back, ‘All is not lost,’ he said laughing, ‘wait until the end of the film.’ On screen they were both pumping away at her anus and pussy. She seemed to be really lapping it up when they both withdrew and deposited two loads of spunk on. None of the intels were left out during her covertcommunications with 'her' headquarters. With the vital piece ofinformation they have managed to gather, the decision to prolong 'her'involvement as Mrs. Quinto was justified.The only other thing the phony wife didn't expect to find was how much'she' had enjoyed the role. The once cool and ruthless assassindiscovered the feminine side in him when he decided to play the lovelywife. However, it was surprisingly fun and pleasurable way. "As I said that, I kept my hand loosely around his shaft, and didn't move it any more up and down, but instead, I made him do the rest of the work required---and I sat there grinning (I couldn't help it!) as I watched him pumping my clasped fingers---urgently, hurriedly."Oh, god!" I heard Walter saying repeatedly, as he fucked my hand. He was very close to ejaculating. Even though I'd let him get to that very point many times that early afternoon, only to quash his hopes, this time I wasn't.