But it has to be in our bungalow and you will have to give me some time to set up my viewing area." "Okay, Honey. I will write them a note saying wher... to come and at what time." "Tell them I'm going to the casino and I usually stay until it closes at 2 A.M." I got up to go to the men's room to give Susan time to write her note. She had it lying on the bar when I returned. It said, I'd love to party with you. My husband will be at the casino until 2 A.M. My bungalow is #214, come about 10. Sooo. He kicked off his shoes near the door, dropped a bag of materials he had bought earlier in the night down on the kitchen floor, and laid his keys down on the cupboard with a clanking noise as the steel hit the tiled surface. Glancing at the clock, his jaw dropped. ‘Shit, she’s going to be pissed.’ The digital clock on the coffeemaker read 4:15 in its neon blue color. He had no idea how it had gotten to be so late, he had been at his friend’s house hanging out, drinking, and shooting the shit. She undressed my jeans pulled my cock out and started to jerk it. I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her. Now her legs are chained around my hip. As if she is sitting in my turned on cock. My dick is hitting near her pussy to tear and get in. She was moaning and I started to bite her mouth and suck it. She had a bear on the way and a fag I could smell that from her mouth that made me hornier. I jumped with her on the bed.I removed her cups holding the boobs. I cupped both boobs with my hands.. "Marion, it's sado-masochism - not very appropriate for the Woman's Page." Shut up. I'm reading ... This piece needs some editorial work but it's much better than the usual stuff that Sainfield's put up." One of their senior managers spotted it at three am." Phil hovered over me as I read the story."What's their management team doing, reading the women's pages at three am?" I muttered, distracted."This is serious. Our client executive spent months winning this account from JCN Corporation. He.