It was not a good sign that Tony was putting away the family jewels without even asking me to clean up with my mouth. It was almost a ritual and his p...tting me on top of my head the entire time made me feel like I was a very good doggie.There was no benefit to talking about it right now because I knew when my husband went into his silent running routine; he never listened to a single word.I stayed on the bed until I was certain he was down the hall and out of sight.My "go bag" was under the. He placed a hand on each ankle and slowly ran them up my calves to the backs of my knees and back down again. It did feel wonderful, so wonderful that I couldn’t help releasing an involuntary moan.His hands slid slowly up and down my calves, to my knees and back to my ankles. I noticed he was spending more time lingering around the backs of my knees. It felt amazing! After a minute or two he began to run just his fingertips up and down my lower legs. It was even more pleasurable. His fingers. An African-American man in a hoodie and drooping pants took a seat near him after he had entered, and then a Mexican laborer in jeans and a canvas work jacket wandered in and immediately took a seat. At least there would be a little diversity at this meeting was the next thought that came. But then, just when he thought all hope had been lost out to a basement of poor and tired men, he heard female chattering outside of the room, and lo and behold! Two women entered—a black woman and her white. I went to it and stood behind the slim chit of a girl. Sunlight emphasised tender fur on slender arms below a white silk blouse."Chrissy, are you into erotic stories? And working late at night?"She smiled up at me. Her face wasn't pretty - her teeth were far too big and her nose was squashed upwards making her look a little like a pig. But her blonde hair trailed over her shoulders, and her innocence and fragile body had captivated me for months."I'm wearing a silk blouse. I bought it specially.