Well.... a couple of hours turned into a few hours and a few turned into alot. Finally after last call and god knows how many drinks we left to go bac... to her place. Neither one of us was in any condition to be driving and Gina graciously insisted that I stay the night and drive home in the morning.It was a new apartment and they didn't have it furnished yet, no couch or major furniture to speak of. Gina told me to come on in and crash with her in their bed. She said her husband was asleep and. I watched as she pulled on some skimpy black panties, plump buttocks peeking out from under the fabric; the same buttocks I’d always wanted to slam my cock between on route to drilling her anus.Her response always being in the negative:?When you can bring yourself to go down on me, I’ll think about it. Until then??Going down on her, as she well knew, something I didn’t consider very? manly – my reluctance, if a certain HBO drama had it right, something I shared with any number of Mafioso and. There, standing behind a tremendous black altar, stood a man who was undeniably a high priest of some sanguine religion. The tall, feathered mask that hid his features was his only raiment. Streaks of drying blood ran down his thin chest and drew streaks along his skinny thighs. I hesitated at the sight of the long black dagger in the priest's hand but was shoved toward the altar from behind. Unable to fight back, I was dragged on to the altar, strong hands pinning my wrists and ankles to the. I’m feeling stronger, I have a beautiful baby and a husband who works hard to take care of me, I’m back to work…’ she burst into tears. ‘My life is wonderful!’ she blubbered. Donald looked searchingly at her face, frowning to see the thoughts behind it. ‘No it’s not. You need something. What is it?’ She looked at him then. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘I just – I just don’t feel like you love me. I know you do. But I don’t feel like it any more. It’s like Zachary’s using up my body, and – and there’s none.