I crave sex like most people crave air. I need it. I want it, and I can never get enough. My husband, Tom, treats me very well and understands my prob...ems and needs. No one man is capable of satisfying my need for sex and to be humiliated and degraded. Tom allows me to pursue my sexual needs and his only stipulations are that I not get pregnant to anyone but him, I always insist on my male lovers wearing condoms, and that I’m always available to him for sex. The first condition is no problem. I gasped in amazement, since the mushroom was the size of an orange…After a while talking, I noticed he was dipping pre cum, wetting his slacks.I forgot about my patient husband, sitting there so close, trying to hear our conversation. I tapped on Victor’s shoulder, as I stood up and invited this young black guy to go outside. We could go to our car, just for some air…Victor had parked in a rather dark corner. Once he sat down and closed the car’s door, the guy unzipped his slacks and worked. "Mike? Are you about done?"I pushed open the shower door, grabbed my towel and stepped out into the bathroom."Just finished, Honey. Why? You miss me?" Of course, Silly ... I always miss you when you aren't right beside me, but I thought you might have drowned ... you took a very long time in there." Well, I'm done now and will be right out."I had noticed immediately that you were nude ... the robe was obviously history, but then I noticed that you were squeezing your thighs together and sort of. The cook and I hid in the smokehouse." Damnation. You all right? You ain' hurt?"She shook her head. "Just scared and angry. What should I do?" Les' go find the sheriff. He's usually in the tavern, jawing with Bill and drinkin' his coffee."He was there and Anne sat after thanking the smith. The sheriff poured her a mug of coffee from his tin pot. "What brings you to town this early, Miss Conroy?" He tried not to stare at her strange dress."Trouble, sir, murder in fact."He stopped smiling, and.