‘Alright but I need to get something first.’ He left the room and returned with what looked like a futuristic pussy pump. He placed it on her puss... and it emitted a strange noise and then he threw it away. ‘What was that?’ She asked him. ‘Oh of course you’re from the past, it’s your basic contraception. Emits an energy through your pussy that eradicates all traces of semen as if they didn’t exist. Perfectly safe and now I can go down on you without tasting my own cum.’ He explained. ‘Well then. Both Anna and I recognized this. Our feeling of disconnection with each other was finally fading. Our marriage was crossing the traditional boundaries into new territory, a place where we took on new social roles and positions to adapt to the changing dynamics of our social and sexual relationship. My place in Anna's life was clarifying itself. My dick may not have anymore business in my wife's pussy, but my tongue did. This would be one of my new roles as Anna's husband: to get on my knees and. ” Cynthia told her with an amused look on her face. “But why are you amused about something like that? I mean aren’t you affected by what they are saying?” Alita was surprised by her friend’s reaction. “Well I know that my husband’s playing around when he’s not here with me, although he is unaware that I know of what he’s doing. But I just let him decide what he wants as long as he comes home to me and does not miss a check every month.” Cynthia consoled her friend. “Cynth you mean you know. Tom, can you check the last transaction for this account and access the recording attached to that occasion?”Shawn’s shoulders slumped, and he gave in the moment the accountant left on that errand.“His name is Clement Dryborough,” he confessed. “He works in Mr Devereaux’s office at the university, and does much of the routine banking for the university. He paid off my bill at the betting shop, in return for accepting his Devereaux signature. He told me when he wanted to operate the account, and.