But, I didn't mind.After about ten minutes of generic chitchat, Bryce looked over to me. "So, Eddie, tell us. What is your loving wife doing as we spe...k, and what is your secret for keeping her happy?" Well with the snow coming down as it is, I assume she is out shoveling off the driveway." Why do you figure that she is doing that?" Well she is not answering either the house phone or her cell. She must be outside." Would she normally expect you to be calling her now?" No. I usually wait until I. He cupped my arse, very slightly gripping and relaxing his hands.His lips were now trying to take my cock head into his mouth. Still covered in the fabric of my underwear he could only go so far. I took my waistband at the sides of my underwear and slowly pushed it down. The front was hooked over my cock which was just inside Paul’s mouth. I slid my left hand along the waistband nudging Paul’s face off my cock and then unhooked the elastic. As I moved my hand away, my stiff cock leant away from. I just came here to talk. If you stop taking pot shots at me, I'll stop firing back. Deal?"Rebbecca was half standing. She glared at him, looked around at all the people in the bar and then sat back down. "Fine. So what did you want to talk about?" The kids. I want them to come spend Christmas with me. You've had them for Christmas for the last two years, ever since we broke up. I want to see their faces Christmas morning. Not the day before or the day after." You know Paul and I like the kids. And, Andy’s own love for me, that unprogrammed part of her nature, reinforced the programming.I had trained myself not to give her direct orders in things sexual. It was more fun to suggest and let Andy respond as what she was, a wild, creative and delicious woman. I never knew how she was going to react, which made it so delightful. She might jump on me and slam my cock into her heat without any hesitation. Or, she might play the shy coquette until I was shaking with desire.Out of habit, I.