" Then with her eyes flashing she asked, "Did I give you an incentive to recover your leg strength?"He just shook his head and murmured, "Bobbie, you ...re utterly unbelievable!" Then with a grin he added, "As for your question, the answer is hell, yes!"She just winked, returned his grin and scampered for the shower room.At dinner that night, Mike tried to explain as much as he could, within the limits of security, about what had happened that fateful night. The team had been on a mission —. I decidedto go ahead with the tattoos as a stupid form of self-punishment forhaving gotten my self into this position in the first place. Then came the discussion that, although it hurt didn't come as bigsurprise. My wife wanted to take a new job in Los Angles and she saw itas an opportunity for a new start and thought it was time for us to goour separate ways. It was a long conversation and although we still caredfor each other I knew that our relationship was over. It had been a fearthat we. “Thanks, Bertuccio.” She downed half the bottle in one gulp and poured the rest on the vicar who seemed to be trying to get back between her legs. He uttered some unholy words and shoved himself to his feet and walked away. With that she tossed the bottle over her shoulder and turned to me with a smile.“You’re cute, Bertuccio.”She’d definitely had more than enough to drink.“Thank you, Contessa.”She ran her fingers lightly across my chest. My nipples noticed. So did the rest of me when her hand. . she turns her head backwards and opens her wanton mouth… we share a deep bond.. bond of lust and trust… she knows she and her secrets are safe with me… we kiss passionately.. while kissing she turns towards me and pushes me on the walls and keeps kissing me hard and now hold my cock and gives is a nice soapy massage… I moan in her mouth while she kisses me… she asks if I enjoyed with her friends and I reply positively.. tell her how much fun it was… I tug on her now hard nipples.. she moans.