Reeves moved around the table, filling water goblets.“You’ll have to excuse Phoebe’s moods,” said Caroline. “She may be a bit of a grump, bu... she makes up for it in the kitchen.”“It smells delicious,” said Anita. Suddenly, the foursome forgot their fatigues. It had been hours since they had last eaten, and they now realized they were famished. The mood was broken when Phoebe slammed back into the room with a large basket of warm and freshly baked bread and a dish of butter. She unceremoniously. Arriving home, she found Jim in the garage tinkering with the lawn edger. "Jim," she called. "Come into the house. I need to talk with you."Jim followed her into the house and seated himself across from her in the den. He looked at her questioningly; he was a bit concerned at her serious mien."What's up, honey? I hope that there isn't a problem with your trip on Monday. I know that you aren't exactly crazy about going to begin with." This has nothing to do with my trip, " Sara snapped. "It has. Now he knows just what she needs to relax. Carrying her up the steps to the bathroom he runs a warm bath for her, adding relaxing lavender scented bath salts. Kissing her forehead he slowly strips away her clothes. One piece at a time, discarding the remnants of her painful past as she looks away. Her downcast eyes hold shadows from the lack of sleep. The tears stain her cheeks, black from the make-up she used to cover up the pain and sadness. Slowly he lifts her, placing her into the warm. Not tonight. I moved my hands up to her shoulders and shoved her down, her knees hitting the carpet hard. She made a hurt little sound and opened her mouth to protest, which was exactly what I had planned. I unzipped my pants. She got as far as saying "Hey, be gent-mmph!" Her voice was cut off as I shoved my cock into her mouth. One hand guided it in and the other held the back of her head. I took it to the edge of her comfort and grinned wolfishly down at her, but said nothing.She looked.