Somewhere in the middle of my evening routine, she slips into bed. Our time together on any given day is easily less than 2 hours. After man... years of this, I was frustrated in many ways, especially sexually. I knew I could not leave her or my children. I knew I loved her as she loved me. However, I needed help! I needed someone to take care of my needs that were no longer being taken care of by my wife. After much thought, I decided, I needed to hire a personal assistant. . Although I may have been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so strict. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to lick and fuck a human being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me feel was a turn on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my. That should eliminate a lot of the countries.”Since Sandra was thinking along the same line as I was, I said, “I think that is a great idea, and we also need to look at the crime rates,” I said. “Sandra, can you please add column headings of Country, Population, Size, Culture, Government, and Crime to the spreadsheet, and then sort the list by population.”While Sandra was doing that, I said, “Jim C, Frank, and I talked about the size of the country. We feel there should be enough people to. I certainly didn't mind!Clara came into the dressing room as we were changing into our "outfits" - basically shorts and blouses that would easily peel off - and again passed around glasses of wine and a couple of joints. "To relax you," she said with a smile.Virginia, the pretty hairdresser, did our hair and made us up as we sipped our wine and puffed the smokes.As she did so, Clara outlined the "plot" of tonight's scene.It would start very simply - with Angel and Kim fooling around. Then I.