”Philip let out a big sigh. “I guess so.” “Look, she just wants you to be involved and she wants to feel desired again. I can tell you that yo...r most powerful tools right now are your tongue, no I don’t mean it that way, and your imagination. Let your imagination run free and tell her every dirty, nasty, erotic thing you can think of and she will be a very happy wife. For the physical side of things, hell, go talk to a doctor if you need to. There are all kinds of things they can do for you. But a girl like me needs to feel sexy, to know that guys are looking at me, wanting me, fantasizing about me, even if they have no chance of ever having me, after all I am in a relationship. I slide the red satin over me and admire myself in the mirror. I love the way it clings to my body, caressing my skin so smoothly over my slender waist and curved hips, how the halter neck pushes up my big firm breasts into a deep cleavage, and the slit from the waist allows a tantalizing glimpse of long. Then she reaches up and pulls a black, leather harness along with a double ended dildo from under the pillow. We both smile and I get up on my knees so she can strap the harness on me. Inserting the dildo into the harness she teases me for a bit before sliding the hard rubber end into my vagina. There is no need for lubrication. Snapped in Im ready and so is she. I grab her wrists in one hand and press them over her head as I straddle her hips. Letting the tip of the dildo rest against her. What time was it? I looked at the phone, and found it was 1213 hours. I had slept a little over twelve straight hours!I looked at the other side of the bed again. Some greasepaint there, but not as much as on my original side. It was possible. But if she had, why hadn't she stayed? It would have been easier, maybe, but maybe not."You're damn right: 'Maybe not, '" said Martinez. "You don't want any complications, so close to the end of a mission."As usual, I decided Martinez was right.I got.