We adjusted, fixed and improved each other. Added last touches of makeup and perfume. We set out a bottle of coke and rum, to help break the ice. The ...oys showed up at 4pm. Fifi invited them in, gave them Cuba Libres, turned on a romantic radio channel and came to get me. Together we went to the living room. The boys eyes lit up and it was game on. Will made me a Cuba Libre, rather strong, obviously wanting me tipsy. He chatted me up sweetly, about music, friends, sports, movies and how sexy he. A black box was at the ceiling of the wall above the climbing plant. Jasmine knew that it was some sort of speaker.Chromed shafts extended from the walls from the height of seven feet and up. On each rod was a camcorder type of camera, with some additional cameras being nestled in the wall-ceiling corners. Jasmine figured that there were more than twenty-five of the imaging units. That's a lot of hardware to keep track of some plants, Jasmine reasoned. But why? They were all locked safely in. A reckoning was inevitable, and it appears to have arrived.Her mind desperately searched for an insight that might elevate her from despair. Perhaps he loves me after all, but won’t admit it before confronting this dark journey? Fading hope flickered to life. It’s a possibility. But I would need to hear it from his lips. Frustration returned as she contemplated the immediate future. He stands on the precipice between life and death ... and despite my entreaties, he’s choosing death. Worse, it. And could feel her warm pussy juice overflowing .We both were now covered in sweat and with my cock still inside she lay on my chest completely spent but satisfied she closed her eyes as I smiled and kissed her and closed my eyes too. I woke up to find her still sleeping on me .I checked the time it was almost 4 pm and her husband would be home by 5 so I woke her up with a kiss , which she accepted with a smile. She moved a little and with a plonk sound my now limp cock popped out of her pussy..