"Nice, but not just yet," he said, pushing her back towards the dressingtable with a nudge of his hips, and the next blow made Karen scream out loud. ..."Such wonderful acoustics we have in here!" remarked the Maestro, the blowscoming continuously now, first with a forehand stroke, then with a backhandslash, as much vigour in his beating of her as there had been in the conductingof the orchestra. Karen's body slowly slumped lower, her arms trembled and her knees wereclose to buckling. At last. I glanced back at the blonde and saw she was looking at me. Not wanting to appear obvious, I just smiled and looked away, but as I started to look away, I noticed that she smiled back.Apparently, this bar was a place for dancing later in the evening. There was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and a laser light that was striking the ball. Little laser dots zoomed all around the room. I noticed that even though they had a random pattern, there were spots where the little dots would. Carl began to kiss her neck as he began slide his fingers up and down her incredibly wet slit, feeling his wife’s tremble and hearing her soft moan from his touch. He could feel the heat of her arousal and kept his pace, momentarily switching his hand movements from massaging the outer lips to circling the clit, spreading her slick juices all over. His index and middle fingers reached slightly inwards to slowly pass in and out of her. They slipped easily against her inner walls as he reached. ”“You should give it some thought,” she told me. “Losing your job today must have been one thing too many to cope with.”I shrugged. “I’ll think about it,” I conceded. “Once I’m back to work and have coverage for it, we’ll see how I feel.”The phone rang then, interrupting the discussion and I got up to answer it, glad of the distraction and hoping it was someone calling about a job. There was only breathing on the other end of the phone. The job, the grief, the stress of finding a new one and a.