“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked.“You talk too much,” said Julie.She pulled off her wet panties and wadded them up into a ball. She got...off the bed still holding the dildo in her pussy and walked toward me. “Open your mouth,” she demanded.“No fucking way,” I said. “You are not going to stick those in my mouth.”I closed my lips tightly but she simply pinched my nose closed and when I opened my mouth to breath, she stuffed the panties in. Then she ripped off a piece of duct tape and sealed. ’ It was amazing the kind of things you could discuss with total strangers. Especially those who, by their eyes you could tell had been on the road too long. He had gone as far as to ask her outright if she’d consider having an affair with him. She admitted that there was an obvious attraction between them. And that they’d ‘be good together.’ But then she asked the question that drove it all home. ‘Where will you be on Christmas morning?’ she asked. And she was right. She deserved more. She. My husband would ask me why I would take a dozen outfits for a five-day trip, and I would just explain to him that some of the trip involved client dinners and so on, which required me to change into something nicer. What I said was true, I would wear dressier outfits at night, and yes, even a few times per trip, I might have a client dinner. I just never told him the whole story.I gave a small snort, one of remorse, I suppose. It was about my feelings. I was conflicted sometimes, and this. Maybe we can talk or have a drink if you're not too busy." Beautiful ..."Silently, he replaced the hot receiver back on the cradle and pushed the buzzer that connected to Ann's desk on the other side of the wall ...In his typical furrowed voice, he was once again Dr. Carl Dexter, all business. "Ann, I'm going out for a little while this afternoon. Think you can handle things?" Sure," was her curt reply."See you at home then, baby."Click."Baby?" Ann wrinkled her nose in disgust, thinking, who.