When she was close enough, she raised a hand and ran it through his brown hair, then stroked his cheek. "You look tired, Cody." I'm okay." He took her...hand in his and brushed his lips over her palm."You should have caught the morning flight, gotten a night's sleep." No. I had to get back and see you. I missed you." He tugged her down so that she straddled his lap. "I slept on the plane."She laughed. "No, you didn't. You never sleep on planes." Well, I tried. That should count for. "Oh my god," she said, as the look of shock plagued her face for a moment, the anger quickly sinking in. She snatched me up by the arm and dragged me up the stairs yelling and screaming. As we made it to the top of the stairs she looks at me, "You're such a slut Megan," she screamed, slapping me across the face, with a hint of tears in her eyes. "Well if you were any good, maybe he wouldn't have begged me for it." I snapped back at her with a slight taunt in my voice. I knew this would upset. It is not the first time the pair have mated; the relaxed ease with which their two bodies have tuned into each other speaks of physical familiarity and deep sexual compatibility.Squeak-Squeak! Squeak-Squeak! Squeak-Squeak! Squeak-Squeak!The man is in no hurry; his pace is measured, his strokes deep, his concentration intense; focussed on the pure physical pleasure of their copulation. Beneath his powerful dark frame, my wife’s eyes are open wide; her head rolling from side to side in the grip. You pass out but you catch a glimpse of his green army officer hat.You wake up several hours later chained to a rack naked. Two identical women come out with a cart filled with cosmetics. First they take this special soap that when it touches your skin it makes your skin very sensitive and a sensation of pleasure takes over at the slightest touch, then the two women grab nail polish and paint your toes and the your fingers. Then, they grab a special foundation that they apply to your whole body.