Now we were in the studio. I sat with the technicians with headphones on as Steve and the band laid down the tracks. I said they were all professional... and they were. None of them were strangers to the recording studio as most of them worked as session musicians anyway, now coming together to play the music that they liked. They went about their job and laid down fifteen tracks easily within the first day. Each track was close to eight minutes in length, although my lyrics would only last for. In galloping spasms, his milk boiled over in the place where he would sire our children.With a solitary kiss, pyjamas buttoned, I pulled the covers over him. The warp and weft of time tightened. In my room, the intense need raged on. Rubbing my clit, I felt the heft of his penis inside me. The shudders rose, his acquiescence assured, I reached its zenith on that thought.The relief crashed over me, James was mine now, all mine.If ravens signified death, and boars symbolised sexual power. The. Sally Anne then bent to her knees and took my penis into her mouth and started caressing and sucking furiously. The sight of my PVC clad wife sucking my penis while I sat on the bed wearing stockings and surrounded with the bra and panties I would soon be wearing was very sexy and I knew this would be short and sweet. After a few minutes I grabbed her head and came in her mouth. Sally Anne did not often give me oral sex and this time was so much better because she did it without my suggestion. I turned around and took in the lady telling me what to do. She was a few inches taller than me, and had shorter hair then me. It was a lot darker than mine. There was a hint of some purple streaks in the hair around her face. She was pale white, and she was standing in a leather bra and thong, holding a bag in one of her hands. Her breasts where straining against the leather bra, and I was guessing that they were double D's. A wicked smile was playing across her red lips as she looked me over..