"Of course, we had our ups and downs."She let out one of her purring sounds. Hal didn't need her confirmation to know the truth of that."I wasn't perf...ct. That's for sure," he said to her. "Of course you weren't, either," he hastened to add.He thought for a second that he caught her laughing. He didn't say anything for several seconds. He just sat there, holding her hand. He thought about the many times he had been imperfect. His thoughts traveled to that night and day of mutual unfaithfulness,. A majestic marble archway to the left leads to the immense main salon, its far wall graced with four doors leading to smaller, private salons. To the right an enormous carved wooden door leads to the busy tavern next door, also owned by Sarah and a silent partner.To the rear of the foyer a pair of doors, small and hidden in the shadows, lead to the kitchen area that services both house and tavern. The foyer ceiling, open through two levels gives way to the vast rise of a fumed oak staircase. Looking over at Samantha still sleeping peacefully, he thinks about the years they have been together. They’ve been partners longer than lovers and though it has been one hell of a ride, he wouldn’t change any of it. Now, he hates to have to wake her. She mumbles something incoherent. Ignoring the mumbled mass of words, he slips his finger between her legs and into her pussy. “Sam, the boss wants us,” he whispers in her ear.“Do we have time?” she asks, rolling over into the man and wrapping her. John had just crossed a line she didn’t even know he would cross and she knew how his temper was from when he played basketball for the school s team. Why did she ever say yes to him anyway, it was Bill her friend Michelle’s brother that she wanted. She pitied herself. John grabbed her shoulder and pushed her to her knees. ‘Now open it up and start sucking slut.’ ‘Oh no, there s no way out now’ she thought as she put her hands on John’s belt buckle. Suddenly at the edge of the entrance way to.