"I understand." she replied nearlyinaudibly.I leaned back into the couch and swallowed back the emotion that wasbubbling to the surface. "I know how m...ch you want this, how long youhave been working toward this point in your life." Tears were beginningto form in her eyes as I continued to speak."I know where you've come from and where you plan to go." I touched myfingertips as I leaned my elbows on my knees. "Do you still have thoseflashes of your past life?" My sudden question derailed my. How may I direct your call?" a woman asked."I have found a Black Stigmata nail. I've locked it up in my canister and now I just need someone to pick it up."Jason arrived home just before midnight, happy with the knowledge that his family had gone to bed. In the fridge, he found a plate of leftovers from dinner, but no note or anything. It seemed like his parents weren't even comfortable with one-way communication. He ate the food cold and went upstairs. His evening with Christi hadn't been as. She had me strip off all my clothes and stand naked before her with my hands clasped behind my neck and my legs spread apart. She sat on the chair watching a BDSM DVD on the TV. I had to stand facing her with my back to the TV. I could not see but I could hear what was going on. I heard Female voices doing things to males. I would hear a slap and then a male moan. Then my key holder had a bigger smile on her face.This continued for over one hour. Not a word as said by her or me. She sat there. Well, to cut a long story short I discovered that one set of jets was perfectly placed to massage my cock and balls. I spent quite some time there and was sure I could make myself cum with them. I finally got out and headed for the sauna where I saw my wife had gone. We were alone so I sat next to her and placed her hand on my rock hard cock.‘What brought that on’, she said. I told her about the jets and said she should go and try. She was reluctant at first but I kept nagging. .