She would be so upset by his lies.At one of our previous lunches, she confided in me that her husband is often frustrated by their lack of sex. She is...overwhelmed by her new job and battling some hormone changes, and has lost her sex drive. I refrain from telling her none of my mates lost their sex drive with me. She has plans to talk to her doctor about it but dosn't seem to be in any hurry. He has quit pressuring her for sex, which she is happy about, but I know that means trouble. If he. Afraid, however, of the stairs creaking and being found out, Bennie resisted the urge. What Bennie did decide there and then, nonetheless, was that he was going to make his move on Ratchet, the following day.After Laura made her way back to her home in the early hours of the following morning, she showered. Then she passed out on her bed, exhausted, but sated.The following day, as Laura was preparing Ratchet’s sandwiches, Bennie joined her in the kitchen.“You seem to be getting on very well. I picked it up and hit review to find that the girls had taken several hundred pictures. As I viewed a few of the pictures going backwards I saw each of the six girls fucking themselves with an empty bottle.I went up to my bedroom and stashed that memory chip while I put in a fresh memory chip and recharged batteries. I then went back down to the girls and started taking pictures of them. I took pictures of them all from several different directions, then I took some close ups of their good. He relaxed his grip and turned her to stand in front of him and smiled warmly down at her. ‘You scared the shit out of me, you asshole,’ she blurted angrily. The storm winds picked up, and her nipples hardened as the air blew over the wet black silk. She was soaked from head to toe, the black silk clinging to the curves of her body like a second skin. He eyed her with an approving smile as she opened her mouth to speak. ‘What the hell were you thinking,’ she spat angrily at him. ‘Sneaking out.