It wasn't as good a group as the last trip, and it was somewhat larger. All that seemed long ago and far away, now.The trip was also different in that...Scooter really was the trip leader, all alone. When she'd led trips in the past, she'd had Crystal with her to back her up on her thinking, her decisions; sometimes Al would be along, as well. Now it was all in her lap; while Jerry was a nice guy, this was still just his third year as a boatman and fifth on the river. He was still a little young. He's so much bigger than you and makes me feel so much morecomplete and feminine than you ever could" she said as I stood thereashamed. She then waved her wrist brushing me away. "Well, sissy, offto bed with you, nighty-night. Shut the door when you leave," shesaid and with that I returned to my room.The next three weeks seemed to go pretty fast. I kept busy doing myaccounting work and Joan finishing up a large legal case was busy allday and most nights and even did some work on the weekends,. For a moment I almost felt like I was home, watching some display put on by the peasantry for my entertainment. I longed in that moment for a cool drink in my hand, the feel of a girl’s skilled hands relaxing the muscles of my shoulders, and my husband’s constant showering of gifts and adulation. Is that all it would take for me to be happy? Accepting the brief, sad moments of rutting each night to live a life of constant largesse? None of this endless hiking and struggling. No more lost. He lives close to me, so it's not that hard to walk out to get dicked down, but today was a long ass day, and I just wanted to go home, fuck and fall asleep. I get home from work, alone and wet, i'm so turned on from imagining all the things he texted me throughout the day. i call him, hoping he'll answer in the first couple of rings. but to my surprise, I hear his phone ring. I walk into the living room and find that he fell asleep watching a movie. His phone is in his hand, so i'm guessing he.
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