She doesn’t mind me getting a bit on the side now and then but if I got you up the duff, God help me. She would cut and run.”“Huh, you’re worr...ed. How do you think Goyse would react?”“Fuck, when you told me he wouldn’t mind if we snuck away for a quick fuck I naturally thought that you must be on the pill or something. What sort of woman fucks around with her husband’s mate without protection?”“Nope, I don’t use protection that would take away most of the thrill.”“Fuck me, you’re a stupid. So many of them - big, hard, throbbing - so much sex - all for me - for me - all for me...' Her body burned for them. Every nerve screamed for their touch. If only the bonds about her wrists would pull tighter, raise her off the floor, suspend her before them, her legs helplessly open, inviting invasion. She would let every last one of them have her to find what she needed, to be fucked brutally by the largest and most powerful of them, taking her body relentlessly, without feeling, fueled only. You and he were the perfect players. Your technique for picking up girls was nearly flawless, and it was rare that each of you ended an evening out without a girl on your arm. On the unusual occasion that only one of you could find a girl, you were both very good at sharing. And when that happened, you both left the woman very satisfied by the end of the night.When necessary, you were both willing to sacrifice for the other as well. In classic 'wing-man' formation, you had on more than one. “There’s a Mrs. Bigg here to see you sir,” Giovanni’s secretary came through on the intercom. There was a momentary silence as recognition if the name eluded him, and then suddenly he whispered under his breath, “Could it really be her?” “Pardon me sir?” His secretary sort clarification, and thus snapped his mind back to the moment. “Um… please let her through. Giovanni quickly rose from his place behind his desk and walked briskly towards the door to meet and greet his guest. When she was.