Occasionally, a slightly stronger wave would come between her legs and lap against her open crotch. A young man was kneeling next to her, massaging he... body with a thick, warm, oil.“Doctor Mueller?” she asked.“No, it is me,” PLATO replied, “but I am part of him, or he is part of me... remember? He loves you, too... or at least he lusts after you. I can sense his male pheromones whenever you two are in a room together.” He laughed slightly, “They aren’t as powerful as your pheromones when he is. Apparently, the showinghadn’t gone well. “Is Mr. Wagner up?” Sunny choked back a laugh at the unintended pun. “Yes,ma’am,” she managed to get out. “He just finishedbreakfast.”“Hmmm…” said Mrs. Wagner. She poured a cup of coffee,gathered up the newspaper and left the kitchen.Sunny went back to her room. She’d masturbated thenight before, but damned if she wasn’t ready for more.She didn’t think her fingers would. " Yes, sir, Mr. Winchell," the guard replied crisply. He wasn't trying to earn brownie points, just following his training.It took Darren a few moments to wrap up what he was doing, and by the time he reached the first floor screening reception area, Stella was well into a steaming cup of cappuccino.Before he could speak, she flicked a thumb at the glass walled passage that anyone entering the secured area of the building had to go through."That's some setup you've got there!" she said with. You can imagine what a sexy woman like Siya who was made for sex, would be feeling.The frequency began slowing so much that they used to have sex almost once in 2-3 months. (She told later) But she continued being the ‘good sanskari’ housewife. She couldn’t think of any other man that too a man like me. But who can stop the storm?So the incident took place one day when I visited her home for some work. My parents were not home for the next 3 days. Her hubby was also on some business-related.