I knew he was enjoying this fantasy, and it made me love it even more knowing he thought he was doing something illicit in his mind.He started to poun... my ass, pushing me into the wall with every stroke. I loved him being rough with me, probing me deep with his cock. His chest was against my back, sweat was building between our bodies, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.I was really getting into his fantasy myself. With every stroke, he massaged my prostate, sending me into ecstasy.. The thought of you makes me hard. I think about you every night. I dream of you touching me, licking me, sucking me. Sweet dreams, baby sister. I love you so much." I smile to myself in the dark. That was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. A few more weeks past, and I continued to watch him. One night I was watching him. I was extra tired because I had woken up early. I was watching Luke jack off, when suddenly he looked at me. He said my name quietly, with. “Mrs. Stone, welcome back to the Vivre,” he said smiling at Danielle. Then he looked at me and something in this smile simply vanished. He was still smiling, but it didn’t have the same warmth. “And who is this?”Danielle squeezed my arm and looked up at me. “This is my very special friend, Seth.” She looked at the man in the tux again, “Unfortunately, Paul, I’m having problems at home and he’s been a big help.”Paul’ smile faded a touch when he looked at Danielle. “Is everything alright?”He. "Serves the son-of-a-bitch right!" she yelled at me. Well, not exactly AT ME, but at the situation, I guess. I was still puzzled though. "Huh?" After another fit of laughter she told me, "When he left, he made fun of me and my 'lack of sexual competence', as he put it, and now he's dead! In the last few years of our marriage he constantly made fun of my inability to 'service his needs' any more and would laugh at me. Now who's laughing?" I failed to see any humor in all of this, but I.