- "Why can you take the hint? Just finish what you promised me!" - as it had happened many times before, she fought the impulse to block him again fro... all her profiles and perhaps even block his emails.. But something keeps stopping her. It was almost cute the way he kept coming back even after all the abuse she had put him through. Maybe he was for real on his devotion for her?Maybe the things he kept saying, were for real? Maybe there was another world out there, with that stranger from. Sugartits Carilyn Manson blowing him in the Oval Office. That lucky bastard.Now here I am. I can’t get nothing. Can’t even jerk off in peace. This job sucks. I hate it!I hate having to shake hands, germy, gross hands, and listen to windbags and sniveling brownnoses like Lawn Sannity and stupid, boring meetings with obnoxious Eurotrash leader fellas like Mangela Jerkel.I fucking hate this job! It stinks! Stupid Prussians. Stupid Pudding. Stupid Shitebart! Stupid ESPNBC, Cake News, Duff Bozos,. I whispered to my husband that I wanted to play with his cock without hesitation he pulled it and I began to stroke it, I whispered for him to unbutton my blouse (no bra!) and expose both of my breasts. He started playing with my nipples. After some time I noticed a very nice looking man had relocated and sat down a few seats over, I noticed he was watching us and stroking his cock. It was a bit longer than my husbands and something was telling me it was now or never. I motioned to him to set. OOo On the days that followed, the days came like the pendulum’s endless swing. I wake up in a world of grey devoid of any meaning. From my cold bed, I rise up to the greeting of heavy clouds and looming thunders. The lifeless scent of fabric and papers mingled in my room as the first shower dribbled in my windows. It was a masquerade of the obligation that cannot be refused. With only the cold to accompany me now, I embraced the blanket close to my chest as I chanted: “It’s fine. This is.