Main apne kam main lag gayi Shyam ko jab main ghar louti to jeth ji muje upar se niche ghur rahe the aur has rahe the main kuch samaj nahi pa rahi thi...at ko khana khake main apne kamare mai apni bachi ke sath so rahi thi mere pati job se vapas aaye nahi the achanak mere room ka darwaja kisine khatkahtaya muje laga mere pati hai lekin woh jeth ji the raat ke 11.30 baje maine pucha kya hua to unhone kaha ke aaj tera pati night shift kar raha hai usne muje phone karke bataya ki woh subah aayega. I became pickier and more carefully choose lovers. What can they offer me, except money and sex? Do I feel safe, I can afford some sort of game? Now, I'm less inclined to compromise than before the start of the career. My constant relationship became deeper, and fleeting - carefree. Working in escort gave me an understanding of how men appreciate women. Once, I understood this theory is now the horror and beauty of these relationships became evident to me. In ordinary life, one I never. I found a few wounded Redsticks what I got rid of with my pig-sticker, but most were dead. Once I had checked all around the house, I signaled that it was OK fer people ta come out. Me an' Ezra spent more than an hour retrievin' our bolts. We got most of 'em back, but I guess there wuz a few Redsticks what took with them a souvenir of their visit ta our house.When we got back ta the house, I made a point of congratulatin' the Emersons on the number of Redsticks that they had taken care of. Ole. Rocking her hips back and forth a few times soon had my full length snugly enfolded in her moist passage. We both slowly moved in tandem, withdrawing and closing slowly, as we savoured the feeling of mutual desire and satisfaction. I slid my hand down to finger her slit as she attempted to slip as much of me as she could inside. My gentle stroking soon had the desired effect and she orgasmed, disguising her pleasure as a series of yawns and coughs as with a few swift strokes I took my own.