Even though we were divorced, I kept my married name. While I have had lots of offers I have only dated a few times nor have I slept with anyone else....The problem was that nobody measured up to you.’ My name around the court building is the Ice Queen and due to my work on behalf of abused women I have been called lesbian and worse. I became hard and in some ways relentless. Cindy encouraged me to forgive myself, and forgive any transgression I felt you had done. I have always loved you, maybe. Momentarily, I stood naked in front of the stove, delighting in its warmth on my bare skin. I could not very well return to wearing my filthy stockings and undergarments, but I had only one change of clothes—a lovely white summer dress that my mother and father had bought me in Berlin before the war. I didn’t feel that the occasion merited such a fine piece of clothing, but I opened my valise and removed it nonetheless. I slid it over my head and felt the cool cotton settle upon my figure like. ..I thought I`d get my cock out in the back of the taxi when I got back to see what sort of reaction I`d get from my Lovely :)As I slid back into the taxi,right behind the driver,I unzipped my fly and let it free! (I had removed my underwear in anticipation). It didn`t take long for my wife to see what was UP,as she leaned over closer to me and started to feather touch the underside of my cock with 2 fingertips. Meanwhile as she was fondling me,she was just looking straight ahead and making. Crazy with arousal. A wave of pleasure engulfed her mind. She couldn’t held back a moan. ‘Sir.’ She begged. ‘Sir please. I can’t stand it anymore Sir.’ ‘Don’t be a brat, wife-y.’ Sir said. ‘That’s not you. It doesn’t fit you.’ ‘Please?’ She tried one last time using her biggest begging little girl eyes, but Sir just gave her a stern look and she obediently shut up again. She watched as he walked around the house and did all the chores. Once in a while his eyes would wander into her.