The kind you expect to see at PTA meetings, or helping out at charity sales. She loves, I know, as I do her. But, for years now, things have just got ...tale, and very routine.Especially for me as I have a whole bunch of fantasies rattling around my head. But, Helen. She is not the kink of women you can broach these subjects with. She is way to level headed, and would simply find the 'naughty' ideas a little bit amusing, but not something she believed you really meant.On the other hand she does. I walked to the full length mirror and looked at my reflection. I wrapped my fist around the shiny black cock and posed, propping my leg up on the chair. Damn, I looked powerful! Authority and strength radiated from my body. Then my thoughts turned to my husband diligently washing dishes in the kitchen. It's now or never, I thought, and tip-toed silently to the kitchen.Bryan's back was still turned, while he was drying the dishes and placing them in the cabinet like a good little husband. I. "Reaching into his pocket, the young man pulled out a couple of coins. He threw the three pennies on the tray and said, "No clue? Fuck you! I sold my car to pay for this semester. I've got seven weeks left until I graduate and that's all the money I have left. Three fucking cents! Tomorrow I'm getting kicked out of my room because I haven't paid the rent for this month. I have no food and no place to stay. I can't even afford paper to take notes on." Sounds like you are in a tough spot,". Jonas gave his statement first then walked to the police line to speak to a reporter before the Captain knew what he was doing. The reporter recognized Jonas from the news feed as the negotiator that went after the hostages so was eager to get an interview."Officer, what happened in there?" the news caster yelled over the sound of the helicopter."I'm not with the police department," Jonas yelled back over the noise. "I was on loan to them for this assignment." He looked over his shoulder at the.