I plead with her.“No, but my neck...”Smack! “I don't give a rat's ass about your neck. Now get back to work, slave.”I obediently lift my head ...nd get back to licking. After a few moments, my mistress starts to relax and lowers herself a bit. This is nice for my neck, but it also means we'll be moving on soon. I can feel her climax building. She begins panting and lowers herself farther. A few seconds later, she lays down on my chest and stomach, and starts moaning.“Move your hands. I need a. Up at six, get the kids up and ready for school and then start breakfast for the kids and her husband Tom. See the kids off for school and Tom off to work, wash the breakfast dishes, throw a load of laundry in the washing machine and then take her morning shower. And then last Friday the days had gone decidedly not normal. That morning she had just finished drying her hair and applying her make up when the doorbell rang. She had grabbed a robe and run down the stairs wondering who it could be. George 'the boss'recons I'm going to get laid off soon. I don't know how I'm going to cope,I wish shed get a job and help. Its not like we have kids, that'd be hard seemsas we never have sex. January 20 th 2003 Hers Dear diary, Today he really scared me, he came home three hours early and told me he's "packedthe stupid fucking job in" he put his fist through the wooden door in the frontroom. I ran to the kitchen in fright, he just followed me smashing plates andcups on the floor. Screaming. I knew I couldn’t touch my wife, my own wife. She would only pull away, and I’d feel even worse. It was times like these that I felt like I should just drive into a tree on my way home from the airport. Who would notice? Who would care? I was feeling it again as my seat-mate buckled herself in: that crushing wave of despair. I wanted this woman, but nothing was going to happen between us. I was going to return home to my life of loneliness and longing, and she would be a memory. Did I want her.