.. the whole loft above one huge bedroom... the fireplace is ready to be lit... and on the sofa lays a large department store clothing box...I set my ...ag down by the door, and kicking off my heels, I shrug out of my jacket... laying the coat over the overstuffed chair...I move on stockinged feet to the sofa, looking around for other signs of you... and see glasses and an opened bottle of wine sitting on the oak table... candles waiting to be lit... tools of the seduction... my sexy man...The. Tina: Have you tried talking with her?Joe: Yes, and she doesn't see anything wrong. And there's no use for counseling. She won't go.Now I'm driving around the airport waiting for his call. He was so insistent on seeing me. I keep remembering his words, "When you find someone you can trust...". What might I do if any of my fantasies start coming true? I feel comfortable with him, that's for sure. When we started talking again, it seemed like all that time hadn't passed. We just picked up where. ‘Well…I guess first thing I should do is get undressed. Can you help me with that?’ ‘Of course, sir.’ Evelyn approached Mr. Rubin and waited as he removed his tuxedo jacket. She hung it on a clothes stand and returned. ‘You are very tall, Mr. Rubin. Maybe you should sit so I can reach you better.’ Rubin sat on a cushioned Ottoman. Evelyn undid his bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt. She stooped and leaned in to attend to his left shoe and sock. Her breasts dangled forward on her chest and Rubin’s. And God I have to…soon Ellen. Ah.” She banged down with raw passion, her head shaking wild. With lust, with strain. – “Oh, fill me, yes, yes… come inside me, Jason.” His growls resounded in the room, his thrusts became self-oriented, seeking his orgasm. Ellen knew the feeling all too well and watched him pump his cock over the verge, clenching into his increasing swelling. – “Ugh…pump, Jason. Fill me, fuck me till you come…ugh.” Another raw grunt. Ellen stunned at her own words. But there was.