” “Beep.” Fuck you, computer. Maybe it’s right, though. Of course it’s right. How could the computer be wrong? No way, not possible. Time fl...es when you’re having fun, but when the electricity stops, time stands still. Ask the VCR – it thinks time is standing still. The Playstation 2 knows it’s true. As the gum stills in my mouth, hiding under my tongue, I too know that time has stopped. If time would only skip ahead about an hour and a half, when my power would come back, when I could be happy. Heather’s head bobbed back and forth on Vic's cock, as Kyle recorded. Panning in and out with the camera, getting every angle he could.“When did you become so shy,” she asked me.I dropped my pants, as her hand slid up my inner thigh. Her mouth came right over to my cock, as she stroked Vic's. All the while, I was trying to keep my face from Kyle’s camera. Heather worked her mouth and hands back and forth. She cupped our balls and slid her index finger up my ass. I lurched into her throat deep. By which time her mastery repertoire had almost run out, she had had him gardening, feeding a****ls and cleaning sty`s all in his naked state, she had had him cleaning, whipped him mercilessly, used him as her stud, emptied his balls on numerous occasions and allowed him to watch as the butcher had her, oh and had hung him overnight in her barn, so it had been a long and stressful week. She knew as he knew that revenge is sweet, in fact she had admitted she had only done some of the things to. ” We agreed mutually on time and chatted that day. Ramya was aged 35, happily married with two kids. She was a homemaker, and her husband was a businessman.She told me that she had read all the stories I had published and was quite interested in me. She asked for my picture, which I shared. She liked my picture and did not ask for nude or ladies’ pictures.She told me that she feels her body is not satisfied and fulfilled by sex in recent times. Like those during her initial years of marriage..