I needed sex and lots of it. My wife was unable and unwilling to keep up with my sexual drive. Francis was willing and ready to perform the sexual ...cts most wives found b**stial. I took very good care of Francis, setting her up in her own condo and giving her a monthly salary. Her job was simple: Keep me sexually happy. I sent my limo to pick Francis up and bring her to my office. I needed to feel her firm hands on my shoulders as I called my attorney to straighten out this mess. I. His sheltered, doldrum life has suddenly become alive as if in full living color.He showers and dresses. Tim trying to pick out a nice outfit to wear, but all his clothes, while very clean, are a bit rumbled, out of fashion, and not the best look for him. But Tim tries his best.Even with his just barbered hair, he still can’t master getting it in style and does look a little raggish that way too. But he feels so good about himself this morning. The first morning perhaps ever that he has, so. It raced down to my lungs then spread through my body. My cock ached more as I sat down on the rubble, kilt bunched over my thick, swarthy cock.“Oh, yes, I need that final piece,” Angela groaned, sliding out of her breastplate, unveiling those large, bouncing tits. A beam of sunlight landed right on her fat, pink nipple surmounting her right breast. And then she moved, jiggling it out of the bright light.Her hips undulated as she walked to me, chainmail clinking and swaying. She cupped her. She gave me a moment to collect myself.Eventually, I asked her what was wrong, thinking there was an emergency."Nothing's wrong," she replied. "Sweetie... I know it's an odd hour, butI really need to talk to you. It can't wait."My name is Robert Bingham, and I go by "Bobby" to family and friends. Itwas just after 3:00 a.m., and we were in the house of MargretMontgomery, my girlfriend. We had met each other about two and a halfyears ago, and we started dating soon after. We became infatuated.