Pretending like he had forgotten what story he was going to tell, he said, “Hmm, which story should I tell?”Debbie laughed and started to sing, �...On a broken horse he rides...”Georgia joined in the song substituting the word camel for horse. Oscar said, “Okay, I give up. I won’t tell the story.”“Good,” Debbie said with a grin. Realizing that the building they were approaching was the hotel, she adopted the baby girl voice and said, “That obelisk really looked like a erection. It made me feel all. She would verbally abuse him whenever they decided to have sex (and that was always her decision). She would find new creative ways to torture him mentally and tease him until he would climax in a splash of orgasmic pleasure. But he never counted on his wife bringing home another man, let alone a huge black stallion who would completely dominate him.It all started like any other evening: he was hoping that his wife would decide to have sex and then instruct him on what to do, when and where.. I nodded my OK.“Oh no! ‘Nice’ is NOT the word I would use.”“Me either,” Elyse smirked.Kimmy looked at me and I shrugged slightly.“Or me!” she giggled.“And this is where, in your basic male fantasy, I invite you three upstairs and we give Steve the fucking of his life!”We all laughed.“Kimmy is married,” I said. “So that’s out right there.”“I thought you...”“And my rule doesn’t let me even consider that. Not to mention she’s an employee!”“Getting back to the matter at hand...” Elyse smirked.“I’m. I plan to write more chapters to link all the stories together since this is a pretty long story of their immortal lives together, so please be patient with me. Enjoy! We sat on the floor of the hotel suite that we would be spending the next week and a half in for our honeymoon. Surrounded by a collection of cliché, honeymoon night items like champagne and chocolate strawberries, discarded items of clothing, and suitcases we didnt dare touch until the morning after, we held each other.