I go to the door and open to see the bitch Ariana Grande staring daggers at me.Last time we met she was being bitchy to me and I was fed up with it so...I decided to teacher her a lesson with my dick. I slapped her than I fucked her mouth to death. Then I cummed on her face and threw her out. I guess she went home alright. Now weeks later she is back.She must really want that movie deal with my father to come back here. All celebrities women are just sluts. Would do anything for a fucking. Sometimes coworkers would ask her advice, or she would ask theirs, but immediately after the technical discussion ended, the conversation would die. Terri didn’t see anything wrong with any of this or even anything unusual. She was aware of her biological clock ticking but never had any impulse to do anything about it until one day she read a story in a newspaper. It was a rather maudlin article about an old woman, childless and never married, who had died, surrounded by her cats, but otherwise. On her return I took a mouth full of the Strawberry Blonde (the drink) and stood up, walked around to stand next to her, very softly kissing her on the lips for the 2nd time, this time she returned the kiss. I told her to finish her drink which she did, back onto the dancing floor for two more songs, then took her by the hand and walked us both down the stairs, across the road towards my resort, still no words were said.We got to the last crossing, I pushed her up onto the traffic light post. I ended up saying the first thing that I thought was a little taboo, but still tame.Me: “Anal?”She rolled her eyes.Me: “Hey, come on. I thought we were being open and honest.”Wife: “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry. I’m open to try it, …I guess.”I could tell she wasn’t really into it. I was still excited though. Maybe down the road I could eventually wear her down and get to fuck her ass.Me: “Do YOU have any fantasies?”She grinned, but didn’t say anything.Me: “Come on, tell me. I told you mine.”I was.