Your man does what he likes and doesn't tell anyone," he said, almost apologetically."Well, of course he does!" Rhykov told the man, frustrated. "He's...a bloody spy, for Christ's sake!" They say he's due back... sometime!"Rhykov threw up his hands. "Great! So he's coming back," he replied sarcastically, "so you've told me he's out spying, somewhere, and he'll be back, sometime? And I have a ship waiting that has to be gone in three days! Not 'sometime, ' Gonzales, but 'three' days!" Could you. Laying on the bed surrounded by a number of pillows was my semi-naked wife in her birthday suit. She had added suspenders and stockings to the black g-string, our son had suggested she wear, from the box. The panties were extremely hi-cut with the elastic waist band reaching nearly to her navel but this just made the V of her legs and pussy look longer and deeper as well as highly erotic. My wife had her hair done as well as applied make up and the final touch was a black ribbon around her. “Will you obey me?”She shook her head, and stayed where she was.He sighed. “I can see we have a lot to talk about. Okay,” and he stood up, opened his robe, and let her take his cock in her mouth. She sucked it and caressed it with her tongue until he was hard, and then she mumbled around it, “Please, Sir, may I use the bathroom?”He stroked her hair and said, “Yes, of course. Then come back here for breakfast. And bring a robe.”She disappeared quickly after that, and eventually returned,. This is… is..’ Her eyes began to fill up again. ‘Getting cold?’ I offered with a smile. Becky nodded with a smile and while Erik Satie’s ‘Gymnopedies’ played softly in the background, we dug in. As for the actual dinner, I give it a B, maybe a B plus, although Becky claimed it to be the best meal she had eaten in years. The shrimp cocktail was good, although I had little to do with that. The chicken was indeed excellent, even I had to admit, tender and exploding with flavor. The angel hair was.