. not knowing what’s going to happen... The sex is good, but mostly because I’m being used. If someone has power over me, then that’s what they ...o. They fuck me, they make me suck them, lick them, all that stuff that normally I’d never do....” she paused for a second, opened her eyes and looked right at Andy. “I know you could do those things and I try to make up it to you but if you made me do these things it wouldn’t work the same. We’re married, married people do all sorts of stuff... it’s. I looked at him, but his head was focussed on the screens in front of us, so I turned to look too. It was only then that I saw what was on the four screens. Me sitting on Mr Salmon’s lap with my tits out and him sucking quite ferociously on one of them, one of his arms was wrapped protectively around me and the other hand was first fingering and then plundering me, so energetically that I was bouncing on his lap like a nursing baby. The silence in the room had the quality of rising steam; the. The guy was impressive, I admit that. He wasn't scowling but he wasn't smiling either. The large person who'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere to sit at the adjacent table wasn't any more welcoming. I didn't know his name, but I recognized one of Mr. Z's security guys. Did he think I was a threat?"Hello, Sam."At least he was willing to admit he knew my name."Hello, Mr. Z."More silence. Jesus. Was I supposed to just talk? And say what, if I did? "I'm not going to hurt Hebe" didn't sound like a. I poke my head around the curtain, and see your back. There is a combination of water and suds sliding running over your shoulders, joining to form a small stream running down your spine. The muscles in your back , thighs, and calves reflect how physically active you have always been. I quietly sneak into the shower, wrap my arms around your waist, and press myself against your back. “Hi, there, Sexy. You need any help?”, I ask as I reach around you and take the bar of soap from your hand. .