I did not have any stamps. It didn’t matter. Seeing as I missed her already I found some paper in one of my bags and I began to write her a letter. ...t was an unusually long letter but I reinforced to her that in no uncertain terms I was taken by her, that I was in love with her, and that if I had it my way I’d ask her to marry me. That is if I had it my way. “Dear Greta,” it began. “I already know one thing. I love you. Being up here in the skies like I am I realized, already, that I miss being. " You are fighting sleep?" I asked.She gave me a frown that was threatening to become a cry."I'll sing to you," I told her. "Would that help?" She likes singing."I sang "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess. That kept her quiet for abouttwo minutes. When I stopped she threatened to cry again. I stated totalk to her again and she stuck out her hand."I'll take you, if daddy lets me," I replied.He gave her to me. As I rocked her I stated to hum "Erev ShelShoshaneem," "Evening of the Roses," an. Does that make me a bitch? I certainly hope so.OoOThe VIP room was technically occupied. There was a rather handsome gentleman with a small entourage sipping champagne, but I didn’t know or care who he was.“Scram, this room is now occupied,” I told him in no uncertain terms.“I was here first, buuuhhh…” You can attribute his trailing off to actually turning around and looking at me. He gave me the once, twice and probably about six others over and then set his glass down.“Feel free to join us,. He fucked my throat like he was fucking my pussy, his tight shaved balls bouncing off my face and every time I was sure he was ready to explode in orgasm, he would relent and just admire his work. I was repeatedly gagging and crying as he abused my throat but was in heaven with my husband using me like the whore I know I am. My saliva and tears were flowing constantly from my face and down over my forehead obscuring my vision and giving me the perfect humiliating experience I was looking.