We just spoke normally for long.We have become good friends.As her husband is a business man he keeps on traveling always and most of the time she is ...lone and they don’t have kids.As I said we became friends.As days passed on every weekend I see her on her terrace and we chit chat we become closer to each other.She sends me a request on facebook we started to chat day and night we were very much close to each other now.She also started to share her personal problems and me to started to open. His nimble tongue brought ecstasy to my entire body while he kissed my throat, neck, and earlobe. It was heavenly."You were meant to be mine. You must be mine. I need you."I trembled and my mind raced as he spoke. I was speechless, wanting his words to be true.That night he took me in a way I’d never experienced. He expertly guided me; every touch had a purpose, every sound had a meaning. Every whispered declaration of need brought an unexplainable response that was so foreign to me.He did not. His colleagues are in awe over his brief explanation of depriving Subject Z of any further stimulation for seven days and the effects on her.When he mentions that she has just completed the fourteenth level, not mentioning Emma’s pearl rewards for each, they are amazed and beg to soon be able to read his report of his findings. When he mentions that he has found primary proof of hereditary trends to a sexual leaning he could almost see them drooling.But he tells them that they must wait until. Looked up and down the street. Nuthin’. Then I looked back at him thinkin’, damn, this chiphead is wacked! Completely outta ‘is friggin’ mind! Then it happened. I’d describe to ya all what the hell happened, except to this day, I don’t seriously know. All I know is one minute my boys were standin’, next minute, they wasn’t. I stared in shock, he hadn’t even appeared to move! ‘Whatthehell are you?’ I croaked. ‘A friend.’ He replied. ‘A friend? What typa friend waxes my boys and then stands.