About the way I woke up one day realizing that the marriage had been over for years. About the battles with the law and the lawyers over how to put an...end to something that had already ended. About my blissful, sexless single life. About my determination never to make the mistake of marriage again. And he listened. For months. And he drank my coffee. And he listened. And he ate my cooking. And he listened. And he played with my dog. And he listened. And he stood to leave and reminded me, as he. "We then carried each of them out to Steve's car and watched them from thewarehouse external security cameras as they woke up. The security roomwas at the back of the warehouse and only the external lights were on sothere was no danger of the lads realising we were there when they cameround.It didn't take long."What the fuck? Who are you?" I heard Steve shout in panic as he woke tosee Dave in front of him in his slip, wig and makeup.Then Hayley said, "Look Steve's noticed what he's wearing. I leaned over her and scooped my hands into her bra and fondled them while inhaling the fresh clean scent of her body."Mmmmm, Would you believe me if I told you to stop that?" she murmured."Don't think I could stop anyway," I said, my hands slowly, erotically squeezing and feeling her velvety skin and the silken delicacy of her bra. I slipped my tongue along her ear."You better stop that. We don't have time and you will muss me up anyway." She put her hands over her bra and squeezed my trapped. Since I first laid eyes on Lord Marco, I have not been able to think of anything else. His dark good looks. His broad shoulders. The ways his velvet leggings lovingly hug his body and show off his enormous-- um, asset. Every night, I have dreams--" He blushed deeply. "I have never had such dreams before. There are various scenarios. We meet at a fancy ball. We catch each other's eye at the opera. But they all end the same way--with me lying back, spreading my legs, begging him to do whatever he.