“I haven’t all fucking day! How long does it take for gods sake? Can’t you go faster?”I shake my head, mentally referring back to my ‘lookin... pervy and desperate’ statement.She jumps of the counter, and kneels in front of me, still looking a bit pissed off.“If you need a job doing well Steph…” she begins to, but doesn’t finish the sentence.She lightly slaps my had that holding my cock, so that I release it grasp. In its place, she wraps her index finger and thumb around the base of the shaft.. I splashed water at her to get her attention but she took a few minutes to gain full consciousness. She slowly took her hat off and made her way into the water. She loved to tan and even with the reflection of the night's light, I could see she was a bit darker. As she felt the warmth of the water with her feet, she slid herself in entirely and met me at the other end of the pool. She kissed my neck on approach and wrapped her arms around my waist. I instinctively turned around to reciprocate. The possibilities are endless but usually involve manual or oral stimulation or the use of sex toys.But just as the wife decides when sex occurs, so does she decide how far it proceeds. In particular, she decides whether sex proceeds beyond her first orgasms. As a routine matter, the husband not only has no expectations about when or whether sex will happen but, as well, how far it will proceed when it does.As part of the transformation of the marriage, the wife may be scaling back her. Sindi works as an exotic dancer in a live sex act. I got her that job. When she's not dancing, she's turning tricks for me. She has been a very lucrative investment. "I heard from Fred today," Marlee sent me a text. She sends text messages while at work. Fred is her husband. He is doing hard time for drunk driving. It's a long story. "Oh! What's up with him?" I worded the text ‘like I didn't know’. Actually, I manipulated his jail sentence like I manipulate stocks. "He's wants me to visit.