Eloisa left the room and struggled to walk upstairs. The pain from the strokes had actually increased a bit, but that was normal. She walked into the ...eception area of her Spokesman's office and past his secretary. The secretary put her hand on a recovery table, but Eloisa shook her head. She didn't need a recovery table. What she needed was to be alone for a while. The secretary nodded and opened the door to the Spokesman's back office."The others will be looking for me. Please tell them where. He noticed and his hands flew to his crotch, though then we just stood there, staring for the longest time. I was feeling myself get really horny and by the look on his face and his boner, so was he. "So would you mind walking me home?" I said this completely out of the blue but he nodded. We walked together occasionally chatting about nothingness. We arrived at my house and just as suspected neither one of my parents were home, and wouldn't be until about 6. "Do you want to... come in?" I. “Oh Mark!” I breathe, staring straight into the camera, straight at my husband, “That’s so good!”“You taste so good, kinky lady,” Mark says.I want his tongue back on me. I want him to lick me, to drive me onwards, to tongue me to a climax. Instead he’s moving, and then his cock is back inside me. He’s fucking me, his bound and helpless pleasure toy, placed in bondage by her husband and given to her lover. Somehow I’ve gone from wank fantasy to sex object to plaything. It’s not right, is it? But. One for all and all for one," I tell her. "Want a beer?" I signal to the barkeep, beers all around. Flossie is smiling. Well, hell, she has most of her teeth still.So Joe and I are sitting on either side of Flossie, chatting her up. Joe says, "Dick is one of those lucky guys. Always gets the girls." He has his hand on her arm."If only," I tell her. "Wish I had muscles like Roger." And I put my arm around Flossie. "Have a drink," I tell her."You guys just want to get me tipsy," she giggles..