"It's the ammbassador's suite" she whispered:Come up in 15 minutes"WEll I was right on time had already called my wife (Cindi) so I didn't have to wor...y about thatI was greeted at teh door of the suite by a butler who showed me to the sitting room and dissapeared"Hi Derek" Veronica entered the room in a flimsy robeAs she sat next to me I could see through her robe. Her nipples were huge"Champaign?" Yeah"I sipped the drink, sat it down and pulled her close"Ooooooooooh" she shriekedI kissed her. ” I said “Or I will be sleeping on the mattress tonight.”“And I have to get dinner ready my dear but lets do this again. “ Mrs Robertson said, “And if you ever need any handy work done while your husband is away just call Henry. Fixing things is the only thing he is good at.”I almost laughed out loud. She obviously had no idea how good he was with his….FUCK. I was doing it again. He is a rapist and don’t forget it.“Yes Mrs Robertson, I will, thank you.” I replied, doing my very best to avoid. Like Kansas City, it was a crossroads community and another outpost from the previous century that had been reborn as a city of commerce. For some reason it was also a larger media market than Kansas City, or at least a more competitive one. I would be a small fish in the managerial sea in Des Moines. The Flint Journal in Michigan was a much smaller operation than Kansas City or Des Moines, though it was, as in Kansas City, the sole player in the field. The smaller operation would mean I would. "Oh god John, I'm leaking. Can you pull over?" We're almost there." I know, but my udders are screaming to be milked."John glanced over at his wife's bosom with appreciation. Since having Jack, her nipples were hard and ultra sensitive. The two times they'd made love since Jack was born, sucking and pinching her nipples had given her a rare orgasm. Marisa would have been happy having sex more often, once a week maybe and possibly more, but John had felt weird about sex since the baby was born.