She reached a hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, holding in front of her face.“Take some pictures. I want you to photograph me sucking you... cock and send them to my husband.” I took my phone and switched the camera on as she got to her knees.I went to close the door, but she stopped me and started to suck me off. Her tongue probed the tip of my cock, playing with the meatus at he end, then gliding along the bottom to my balls. My knees grew weak as she began to suck the head. Her lips. ” And smiled as sincerely as I could. I went into my room and started to tear up. It was 7oclock by then and he still hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t talked to me in a couple days. I was lying in bed and drifting off to sleep a couple hours later, and my phone started ringing. I figured it was one of my friends calling to tell me something they forgot to or a prank call. I looked at the screen, and it said –Call from Fav UG- (ug was uncle George, a nickname I had given him.) I started freaking. Laura smiled, remembering it. From the sound of her phone message, she hadn't changed.At four fifteen, while still at work, she phoned the Ritz. Alison was not yet there. Laura went home, had a glass of wine, tried not to think about Alison and the wild fucking they had done together in New York. About six o'clock, her own phone rang, a piercing, startling ring that made her jump out of her chair."It's me, our flight was late," Alley's voice said. She whispered, "I'm still wet." You little. She hadn't even made him his fucking dinner on time.Alex had lain on the floor until she heard Harold snoring. He had come home two hours late and drunk. She had tried to keep his dinner warm, but had finally given up. Excited to finally see him, she had been playful, hoping to excite him. He had rebuffed her advances at first, then had suddenly struck out and slapped her. Hard, across the face.On the one hand it had hurt, terribly, and the bruises on her face would show for weeks. Mostly she.