Thus I was surprised that, once the sense of relief set in, she was actually quite open to discussing herself and her personal life—I guess with all...the professional mentoring I had done with her, she trusted my opinions generally, although some would argue that the fact that I had slept with her made me unworthy of such trust. I ordered her a second drink—I didn’t ask if she wanted it—and eventually a third. She told me she had been spending a lot of time at school, trying to figure out what. Then after a short pause Marie groaned, "C'mon and finish what you started," she practically begged him. The captain then gave a mighty shove to bury his tool all the way in and my wife let out one more sigh. Thomas then began pistoning in and out like a machine in my wife's cunt pulling out to the tip and the driving home. I watched his face in the mirror as he bit his lip trying not to come to early Marie pushed her ass back at him, it became a contest him trying to hold back the seed his. She described her working day, the commute into central London on the tube, the long hours the pointless meetings. She was a lawyer and a good one but the daily ritual began to take its toll.“I was getting home and pouring myself a glass of wine as soon as I got in the front door. It just became a habit, I wasn’t even enjoying it. At the same time, things between my husband and me deteriorated to the point that we were hardly talking, I can’t remember him even looking at me. He hadn’t fucked me. So efficient. He was handsome, too. And yet, sitting there in his office, he seemed so lonely. Night after night, T would be among the last to go back to the hotel. Sasha could see him through his office window, his sad, brown eyes staring into space for a moment as if lost in thought, thinking about his family back at home, then turning downward to the papers on his desk. Many were the times when T would pass Sasha’s desk, inadvertently catching her eye and returning a quick shy smile. Though.