The only thing he had was a tattered old wallet, I took it and ran. Odd, he didn’t struggle or complain, and he didn’t even seem to be afraid but ... dismissed that. I was several blocks away when I slipped behind some bushes and checked the wallet. There was $11.00, a fucking score the way things had been going. I headed off to the little store on the corner, got there just in time as they were closing, grabbed a bottle of wine and headed back to my room. I had half the bottle down by the time. And part of that ache was the work she did for her husband! Ann had always considered herself a normal, desirous female with basic tendencies, but her husband’s case histories of married and divorced men turned gay, of woman turning to each other for physical love instead of their husbands and confessions of i****t and sodomy. God, it was better than pornography because it was all true and it had generated tingles of forbidden temptation inside her the likes of which she’d never even. But I Wanted her to cry for this n tempt her more…..moved my hands on her creamy…lovely. Thighs…and licked them…put some cream on them. Massaged the thighs…..but as I had brought that current in her…she just wanted the ****…..but I said. Honey dear. Next time. Till then. You control and fill that urge and desperation. …..she cried plzzzzz **** me aaj. Want to enjoy everything today….but I said ki no. But she just ride on my chest and set my Lund on her tiny choot hole and without thinking the. He shuts her door and walks around to the driver’s side and gets in. ‘Where are we going, hon?’ she asks him. He only smiles that smile that tells her he’s up to something and says, ‘You’ll find out when it’s time.’ She knows it’s useless to ask anymore so she lights a cigarette and just sits back and enjoys the drive. Soon he brings the car to a stop and turns off the engine. She can’t really tell where they are, there are no street lights anywhere to be seen. He gets out of the car and she.