Although she should have realized that would mean big trouble with Francis. The king maker would be none too happy with her doing a run around, but sh... had an insatiable desire for the next big story, regardless of how she managed to get the information. The promise of landing the big story outweighed her common sense or duty to do the right thing. She knew what her father and mother back in ‘sticksville’ would say about her capricious behavior. They would have wanted to intervene and get me. Then she said about five or six but she really couldn't tell when one would end and another start. She giggled and said it seemed like he had her cumming almost all the time. Then she made a pouty face and asked me if she was a slut. Then she said no man wants to have a wife that is a slut and I kissed her lips. I told her I was going to marry her no matter what and maybe I wanted her to be just a little bit slutty. Then I asked her if she had fun with Tony and she said she was really drunk.. "Well it happens. You can do stuff to mix it up, but over time I think it's inevitable." She sighed again. "At least I get to live vicariously through you." She finished with smirk. "What was with him calling you Ann? I've never heard anybody call you Ann before."I blushed. "That's our codeword. If he calls me Ann, and I respond by calling him Sir, then the game is afoot." Really? That's an interesting way to handle it. So this is a full-time thing? Not just in the bedroom?" She asked."He said. Every once in a while she would pass out cold on the couch in a long teddy and anlke socks and I would get brave and sneak into the living room and smell her feet and jerk off while looking up her teddy while her legs are spread showing her bush and half her lip peeking out from the side of her drenched panty, and sometimes sticking a finger or 2 up her snatch and tasting it! One day I bought a 60 pounder of vodka and dropped by her place of work and showed her what we have to drink for after.