I am merely a ball of flesh containing a ball of nerves. I have no volition, just base instinct. The mind I previously used to analyze geopolitical ev...nts can now only think of pee. To think of any physical ideal of a man would not include anything resembling me in my present state. Men do not dress like $20 whores and drool all over themselves while cowering in a dog kennel trying to find a position where his fuck-me pumps will give his fishnet clad legs the least amount of discomfort. Again. When she gets there she will go to the door knock when the women answers the door most of the time they are ready to go so as not having to expland anything to hubby, but Kat will tell them to take her to there bedrooms frist (now at this point I can't understand why but they alawys do) once there Kat will kiss and rub on them driving them crazy then pull up there dresses and taking there panties off telling them to put them in there pockets. After more kissing she makes her girl take her to. The table had been cleared and Ryan put me on it with my head just hanging off one end. My heart was pounding as I laid there in the required position, automatically having spread my legs wide. Meanwhile everyone was discussing who was going first, and what order the rest would go in. It was all agreed that Tim would go first because he was the boss and it was his house. Fuck! I again thought, my boss was about to ram his cock down my throat. That was my career going down the tubes. Then I. She decided to play along writing feed back tot his author and hoping for a reply from the author which would give her an email address, as she knew her husband's limited computer knowledge would never allow him the skill to register a secondary email address and shadow it so it was not visible on the pc.She eagerly scanned the inbox of her email account and was disappointed that she had not received a reply. She had decided her attempt to check her husband out was a failure and surely now.