She just didn’t understand it — why did theworld have to be so cruel sometimes? She had to talk to him aboutit as soon as she saw him or ...he would go out of her mind. Shehad already known from her marital psychology courses that both ofthem would have to go through a period of adjustment to eachother, but this was too much to take. Abruptly her sobs ceased tearing from her throat. Thetelephone was ringing in the bedroom. She couldn’t imagine whowould be calling her at. The last thing in the world she wanted was to disappoint him. She'd spent the day catering to him on her knees and had ruined it with words she couldn't pull back into reality. She felt like she'd been stabbed in the chest. "Do you want to spend the whole night down there?" he demanded. Her teeth chattered. She didn't answer. "Slave!" "No." "Come here." She tried to push herself up, but her arms wouldn't lift her. Her body crumpled back down to the floor and she was forced to give up trying.. I look down between the bucket seats and realize that he is running his hand over the curve of your ass as he continually glances in the rear view mirror.He looks at me as if to see if I have a problem with him feeling your ass as you continue to swallow my cock in your throat. I nod in the affirmative; he reaches up, turns off the meter, smiles and continues to caress your ass, pushing his hand into the slit on the side of your thigh, exposing your legs and hip.You let out a long moan around. What?”“Don’t be mad. You two went to bed very early. I just wanted to confirm that I was reading the mood right. I only listened for a few seconds.” And then she turned more serious, “Gail, does it bother you that I might be the reason he’s more ... attentive?”Her question was reasonable and I appreciated her caring enough to ask. I pondered it for a few seconds before answering, “Those were great steaks last night.”“Uh ... yeah, so? If you don’t want to talk about-”I cut her off, “Jana, it.