Will you be thinking of me when you fuck her?Yes. You know I will.Yes.The resultant pause fills with something neither of them can quite name, a littl... like joy, a little like remorse, a little like the half remembered bits of a dream fading the instant you awake.Will I ever talk to you?You know the rules.Will I ever touch you?The rules, dear. We made them for a reason. You made them for a reason. They are your rules. I know. Sometimes I tire of rules.I know.Will you at least give me your. , etc. Why, oh why can we have ONLY two nights? B.”With Erika at home, Christine retired for the night and, he assumed, their iPad locked away, Ben did not expect a reply. He, therefore, cleared his desk and packed his Pad into the overnight case, ready for departure in the morning.As he undressed for going to bed, he heard the Pad’s muted binging. When he took it out of the valise to check, the email was – to Ben’s surprise - from Christine:To Ben: - “I hoped to hear from you tonight and took. That is correct, but he is also OUR man, and we have to allow for that factor in anything we do.”“True. You have really fitted into our clique, Prudence. You are thinking about our clan the same as the rest of us; as one of the group, not being self-centred.”“Since I fell in love with Reg, Frances, that is what I am forced to do. If I want to have Reg, I have to have the rest of you as well.”“We all have to live with that, Prudence.”“Oh, another thing, Frances. Reg wants to hold hands with. One lick, one drop would be enough to send him into a frenzy. Her eyes were wide with anticipation as she placed her palms in his hair and guided him to her glossy opening. She shivered as he lapped up all the nectar that had accumulated outside of her pink opening. Sweat gleamed on both of their foreheads as the air in the room became thick and humid. Quiet squeaks slipped out of her mouth as he dipped his tongue into her tight hole. The outline of his throbbing bulge was evident. She wanted.