"Good," Earl continued., "because frankly, if you weren't willing to sacrifice your time on four weekends, then I would not see much hope for a long o... happy marriage."As they left the office, Earl turned to his secretary, "Schedule them for the four counseling visits and the time for the service." Turning to Sarah and Greg, he parted with, "It was a pleasure to meet you two. I look forward to seeing you at the next meeting."Earl disappeared into his office as his secretary brought up the. One of the male dancers had thrown his loincloth into the air and it had fallen onto my lap. I picked it up and held it to my face. I breathed deeply and could smell the heavy scent of his manliness. My pussy juices were pouring out of me; the pillow was making squishing sounds under me. I didn't care what anyone thought; I didn't care about anything except being the vessel for every man in this room. The dancer was right in front of my face; his large cock bouncing inches from my lips. Without. As for me, I loved it all. My whole life I was a good girl and only had sex with three men before I decided to go on my sex adventures. I honestly could not tell you how many men that fucked me that year and I don't care. Life is short and I love sex. But it was more than just loving sex, I loved being a sex object. I fully embraced my sexuality. I could see the way men looked at me and I knew what they wanted to do to me. Instead of upsetting me (why should it) it turned me on. I make pulses. Knowing that Siobhan had always fiercely believed in them as well, I wasseriously beginning to wonder if this obvious clash of beliefs withBrendan's mother had been in some way to blame for all the problems I'dhad with Brendan soon after he'd moved in. Having seemingly lost the willto live, falling behind with the rent, hardly ever leaving his room andthe faint smell of incense in the hall in the mornings.Because that very same night I'd then had a very clear and mysteriousdream that I knew as.