But, then I saw love and concern on his face. He still loved me. I could feel his love and forced myself to do something really difficult – not reac... and just listen.His first reveal was that he wrote erotic stories for a website. To say I was shocked is the understatement of the year. My husband – an erotic writer? I shook my head in disbelief.You know, keeping a secret, like he apparently had for so long, still burned like a lie. However, curiosity became my dominant emotion and quieted the. He barked a laugh. "Anything I want," he said.He must have seen a little panic in my eyes, but he didn't try to placate me, he just told me what was next. "Do you see the end of the lane down there?" he asked, pointing. I nodded. "Well, when we get there, I'm going to hypnotize you again. And that ought to put you over the edge, although I'm beginning to think you're there already." Where?" I asked."Addiction," he answered calmly. "Not physical, of course, or even mental addiction.. Go there tonight after midnight. Take these hundreds and give them to a hot blonde named Shanda. Not all at once. Ask her for a private dance. Tell her Mike sent you." So who recommended us?" muttered Sandy, her delicious tight round ass covered in a g-string pressing down onto Phil's lap, her tight little breasts with quarter inch cylindrical pink nipples sliding across Phil's mouth."Myron," Phil replied, his thickness lifting against her pussy which rubbed.Sandy chuckled seductively. Her. Squirming on the table, she feels her body try to adjust to his size. He seems impossibly wide, and it is almost painful. She feels like her body will explode just from all the sensations. He draws back slowly out of her, almost completely away from her body, before slamming back in at the last second.The force of the second thrust was enough to send her over the edge, as her body tightens around him in orgasm. She moans into the silk as her legs shake in response. Coming to her senses a bit.