It's simple. We can be friends without the ogre in the background." She nodded."Yes. That must be it."Millie brought my meal tray most evenings and wo...ld return half an hour later to collect the dirty dishes. At these times she started to linger and we talked. Gradually the whole of her married history was revealed and I grew angry at the way her husband treated her. He was one of those men who believed that a wife was a chattel that he owned along with the furniture. Someone who had no rights. By now he could hear moans coming from his wife above the sheets and this encouraged him to bring her to a great morning climax. He nibbled and licked her clit as it began to get swollen he returned his attention to her lovely ass. He licked and tickled it with his figure which caused his wife to grind up against his face. His tired tongue split her asshole and soon she felt him slipping in and out of her ass with his tongue, a practice that he knew made her pussy drip with ecstasy. She reached. Friday rolls around I am up early. Hubby heads off on the bike to the station, so I know he will be hitting the pubs in town before he even thinks of getting his train. My day just gets better. I get in my office and finish all the work by eleven thirty. Now it's play time.I strip off and walk upstairs to inspect myself in the mirror. Now, a little older but still in my prime, I love the fact that I am confident in my body. I think that came with maturity, but it certainly doesn't hurt the way. She then slipped off her shoes and socks. She retired to her room and peeled off her clothes along the way. She lived alone, its not like anyone was going to mind her sleeping in the nude. She always did anyhow. Even when she was younger. This was her nightly ritual when working the nightshift, come home take coat and shoes off, strip down to nothing, then crawl in bed on top of the covers and pleasure herself to ease the stress. The morning and afternoon shift was the same. Jenna crawled in.