” “What if it isn’t?” I challenged. “It is, my love.” I sighed. “You are my love and my life,” I told her. “I will do whatever you w...nt me to do.” She shook her head slowly again. “It won’t work like that, Eric. We have to do this together, just like we decided to be together, to make a life, to become the unified entity that we have created.” “Shania,” I began. “I know,” she grinned. “I love you, too.” “You’re still doing that,” I whined. “So are you,” she grinned brightly. “Every time you say. Of course I didn'tlove him. He was a teenage fuck!He was a boy to play with. But I also knew that after breaking up with hisgirlfriend, he had to transfer his "IDEA" of love to someone. And thatsomeone was me. If he loved me...if he needed me, he would do what Iwanted. And he would open up the secret submissive side to hispersonality. So I used the word Love with him. With my dick half way up hisrectum, I told him I love him and he told me he loved me. When he said it,his eyes sparkled and a. I reached down and lifted Sylvia's feet out of her panties and stuffed them in my pocket, "I don't think you need those anymore." Then I opened the bottle of champagne, before passing it to Sylvia first. We all had a drink.Dawn then said, "I wasn't snooping you know but I saw enough to know you both enjoyed that and you know what? It's made me so very horny!It didn't shock me, I knew them too well but it certainly shocked Sylvia, when Dawn pulled Dina towards her, "Come on Dina, it's time you. Noticing the dryness in my mouth, I decide some water would be a good thing right about now. I head to the office kitchenette, fill a cup from the water cooler, and empty it in two swallows. Standing a moment there in the kitchenette, the lack of office chatter reminds me that most everyone has left for the day by now, and I chide myself that I, too, should be heading home to my wife. Instead, I return back through the hallways to my office and once again close the door. I dim down the lights.