Jane said nothing as she ran to the bathroom. Following,Art was frustrated at finding the door locked. As Art wasabout to pound on the door to find ou... what was botheringhis wife, the door opened. Jane emerged looking pale andshaken."What happened in that nightmare? I've never seen you sofrightened." asked Art while pouring a small brandy forJane.It took every scrap of courage and discipline she'ddeveloped in all her years of working with troubledchildren, but Jane accepted the brandy and began. So I thought I would give it a try. Of course, it isn't anything like the movies makes it seem," she said. Then quietly - almost to herself - she added, "But it is a good place to live if you want to get lost in the crowds."Michael had heard that last part but decided to put it away and ask her another time about it. "Well, it's about time we headed to the restaurant, Rose. You might want to bring an umbrella, it looks like it might rain before we get back. That's another lie they tell you. If I didn't know that at this very moment she was curled up in our bed across the hall, alive and in more or less good condition, or at least recovered enough to be capable of speech, I would have sworn she would require medical attention when he was through with her.Something finally gave and the head of his cock drove past whatever part of her anatomy has been preventing it from entering her throat. I suddenly realized that I was holding my breath as the suspense mounted. When his cock. The other girl looked at me sympathetically and sat in the living room.“Charlie is very taken with your wife. She’s never done anything like this before. Are you alright with it? Oh, I’m Marisol, by the way.”“Marisol, I have no freaking idea what to think right now.”“Call me Mari. Hey, I was surprised too. Charlie always puts on a great show, but nothing like this.”“Mari? My wife’s name in Miri.”“I know, Charlie introduced her around backstage. I loved watching her change, Charlie took a quick.