Betsy looked at me and said, will u be my fuck buddy? I said yes! U would have to be able to take jack tucker. Betsy looked at me and said, who is ja...k tucker? I said my dick! Betsy looked at me and smile and said, your dick name is jack tucker? I said yes. I ask Betsy, do she want to meet him? Betsy just looked at me and smiled. I just unzip my pants and pulled my dick out and Betsy's mouth dropped her eyes got big and she said, your dick is huge!!! Your dick head is big as a plum!!! I took. At least I’d still be around. Even Purgatory would be an improvement, though from what I’ve read, it can be kinda boring. But it’s the not knowing for sure that cause the panic. I was raised in a church and believed in God and Heaven and everything that goes with it. When I got older, I realized that church wasn’t for me, what with various beliefs and doctrines, so I stopped going. I finally settled on that I believe that there is SOMETHING out there, but not ‘God’ as he/she was presented to me. Since her arrival, Penelope knew that she was the talk of the troops and some of their women. It was rare for a noblewoman to be with her husband in this kind of environment.Usually they stayed back in Rome being pampered and sometimes having a man come over to stay the night. The wives and girl friends of the common soldiers knew that women like her were uncommon. The only other they recalled was Antonia living with her husband Germanicus with her children.Only this one entertained some of the. How he got me to agree to this I don’t know. Maybe because he was such a cool guy, handsome, smart, funny, wealthy and perverted. A perfect combination. I had turned him down on the offer three or four times in the past. But now I trusted him. After those few times we met in his midtown hotel room while he was traveling.I didn’t feel as awkward as when he had first met me and we had a crazy afternoon/ evening of super-fetishy sex- stockings, garters, heels, bondage, lots of cock-sucking.