I sighed as I stood up and headed for our bathroom; where I rinsed my sperm off my hand, and down the sink drain (along with all the other loads of sp...rm I'd spent since marrying Megan. But rather than feeling down about that, I felt much better, and even happy. Yes. The word 'happy' was not all too strong of a word to chose in describing my mood at that moment. Though Megan had fucked William, she'd be returning home again. To me. Eventually. And I'd still be her husband, though that word was. ’ Now, I consider myself to be a rather handsome guy, at 5’10, and dark skin, and rather stocky, at 215 lbs, but that was just what I needed, because I started cracking up laughing, and the tension I felt kind of melted away after that. It wasn’t that I didn’t care if I found my suitcase, it was just that she took my mind off of it, and we ended up talking until we got the call that my suitcase was found. We were both very relieved, and after about three hours of waiting, we ended up being. As she finished her brief, superfluous, attempt at dusting, she brought him a glass of wine, she asked: "Do you want me, Master?" He was knew that she would be absolutely submissive to him in any position, in any place, at any time. She was teasing him and he loved her for it. He did crave her and feasted on her incredible beauty. He could only manage to nod his head in the affirmative. Again he tried to get up and again tried to reach for her - she whispered for him to relax, to stay. She told me she was serious about the massage and asked for a hug, as I hugged her she began to moan and sigh and said I applied the right amount of pressure she had been longing for since her ex passed away. She was well put together at 5'6 and a fit 165, I couldn't resist squeezing her soft ass as I hugged her. We broke our embrace and exchanged numbers and agreed to meet the next day at her house seeing that it was her day off and her k**s would be in school.I arrived at her house the next.