Can't understand a word of it. Must be foreign talk. He has bad breath. Never mind. What's happening to me? I'm drifting off somewhere. Must have had ...oo much to drink. I'm in a fog. The fog. The Female Fog, my ex used to call it. When my mind would sort of curl up and go to sleep and the Woman Beast in me would take over. That guy's starting to look pretty good. I could --Her fingernails were digging painfully into his arm as she snarled at him, "Get me away from this friggin' place. Now. Take. I told her it was her choice that I didn't hold it against her. She said that John would not return her calls. I laughed and said the only way John would ever talk to her would be to keep her word to him. WHatever you promised you would do either do it or forget about John. He and I have been best friends since 3rd grade I know how he operates. Shelly looked down and asked if I knew what John wanted? I told I didn't again John was all about surprises. She told me thanks and left. That. As I paused, she took a sip of herwine and added, "You're going to sit down and tell me how your job wenttoday."Used to following my wife's instructions, I sat, sighed, and said, "Itsucked. The whole operation is crazy, and Bert's a hypocrite and ahorse's ass to boot."Marla gazed at the Gult over the rim of her glass. I continued. "Marla,you've heard me go through this before. Either he's gonna fire me, orI'll eventually blow and walk out. They are bastards and could care lessabout the. She closed her eyes and moaned as I sucked, the vibrator pressing onto her as I took it. She face-fucked me for a few minutes, as my cock twitched and leaked as I imagined being fucked with it. I watched her in the mirror as she walked behind me. She picked up the jar of lube and dipped her fingers in. Softly, gently, she began to lube up my waiting hole with an expert finger-massage. I “oh”-ed in surprise when she put the first finger in. I clenched my sphincter around it, and she moaned. .