I will never fuck you. That's just not going to happen. Is that clear?" I nodded again."Great." She nodded, took a deep breath and continued. "I don't...get a lot of time to myself, and my husband… well, that's none of your concern. I think our physical therapy sessions might need a broader scope. I've got some tension you could help me relieve. Every week, you will come over to administer… let's call it a deep tissue massage. Until I achieve the sort of release that I have difficulty finding. However, the only real down side is that if the person inside the Gropebox is Strictly Hetero like myself, you just have to make sure that you have someone on the outside that is Governing &\or Controlling who actually gets to participate on the outside etc.- ie -: in my case I have always had a Female that I know that I can trust implicitly - to ensure & monitor that ONLY the Ladies get to play with me when I'm inside the Gropebox. If however the person inside is Bi or Gay then there is. .. let's see ... the graves right at the top end all have those purple stones surrounding them, you can't get them from any of the other graves, so you've got to grab a handful and bring them back with you." So I can run across if I want to?" Yep, we will all know that you went the entire length of the graveyard – if you bring back some of those purple stones, then we will know that you are as brave as you make out."She perched on the edge of the gravestone, and watched in fascination as the. I told myself that Bob was not a threat to her. She was still my wife. I still loved her. What Bob wanted from me was not some sort of pledge of fealty. All he wanted was my sperm! So, since I wasn't planning on using it anywhere else (and certainly not with a woman), where was the harm in that? It was 'just sex', in other words. Sex, and nothing more than that. She really had nothing to worry about. I certainly wasn't going to divorce her in favor of Bob!But, unfortunately, as with.