”“And you think I should get in a cab and go home, don’t you?”“What I think is far less important than what you think, though obviously we�...d need to agree on any other course of action.”“You chose your words very carefully,” she said with a smile. “Will you answer a direct question with a direct answer?”“Sure.”“Do you want me?”I nodded, “I did say you were desirable, didn’t I?”“Then ask,” she said with a smile, still looking deeply into my eyes.Her words reminded me of Michelle putting the. It was in a way really strange as I had never actually heard her phone ring before. "Hello," I said almost feeling human, the simple pleasure of answering a phone reminding me of my lost humanity. "Cheyenne," said the voice. It was a woman's voice, though I did not recognize it. "I have a message for you," said the voice. "Who are you? How did you get this number?" "The Men's Club on Fifth Avenue, Medusa will strike there tonight." She hung up. So, Medusa was back in action, but who was. Tom didn’t realise it but he was experiencing the quintessential emotions of Cuckold angst. That burning, painful, confusion of emotions expressed as a conflict of personal desire; confused principles of what are acceptable behaviours; and the overpowering sensation of lust. With his wife in back seat of their car, a black stranger’s tongue in her mouth and her fingers stroking the impossibly large bulge lying across Marcus’s thigh, and as she moaned wantonly behind him, Tom came without even. ‘Oh, I suppose I can see my way clear to maybe being with you again. Of course, there is one condition.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘That you fuck me silly like you did tonight,’ she giggled, pulling me to her and holding me in her embrace. ‘Okay, I can do that,’ I chuckled, pretty sure I could, too. She dragged me out of bed when we had caught our breath and led me to the shower. She had a nice big tiled enclosure in her attached bathroom and we enjoyed soaping and rinsing each other until the hot water.