As usual, he was out of touch with her needs, her desires. Though he was an esteemed member of the community, his wife usually came last on his priori...y list. She was merely a child-bearer, caretaker, cook and wife. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta. I want your cock to explode. I want you to fuck the ever living shit out of me tonight. Me and Candace. I wanna go into the New Year screaming.” Cassie purred.“Oh don’t worry, you’re off to a good start.” I replied, my cock straining painfully against my pants.“Mind if I cut in?” Came Candace’s voice.“Sure sweetie.” Cassie said. She pushed away from me and just as I thought that she was going to walk off, she grabbed Candace’s hand and pulled her in close.“Sorry stud. Wait your turn. She’s a. And anytime I bring it up, you either don’t say anything or you change the subject.’ ‘Sweetheart, you know I want to marry you. You know I do. Things at work are crazy right now—you know how my father can be…’ Beth nodded, mutely, slowly stirring her cooling soup, not meeting Damon’s eyes. ‘Sweetheart…’ he began, not sure what to say to ease her mind. He knew what she wanted him to say: let’s set a date. But for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words. And, for the first. This includes the parking lot. “Think you can follow the rules?” I nodded yes. Bill noticed I seemed quiet, and asked what was wrong. I told him I was a little bit disappointed that I did not get to at least audition. He burst out in a big booming laugh and said, ”Well, if you want to, let’s step over to the platform, You looked fine to me, so I had made up my mind already, but I don’t want to disappoint you.” He pointed to the juke box. “It’s on free play, just pick out what you want to dance.