“Need I remind you how impressed you were that I was a virgin at age twenty-three? How I kept boyfriends by being damned good at oral sex both ways?...Now, after two months of marriage and learning the joys of intercourse you are going to be gone for five and a half more months. That’s cruel, I think.”“What am I suggesting? Getting laid of course. I’ve got a half-dozen previous boyfriends that see me in public from time to time. I know they don’t give a damn that I’m married. We’re not talking. I waited for like twenty minutes before Heather came out, jogging with her backpack and team bag. I hopped out quick and grabbed one of her bags from her, and opened the doors for her. I threw both bags into the back, shut the door to the back, let her in the front, and closed her door. When I did, she smiled through the window. The walk around the car took forever. I was so fucking scared. Dont mess this up Tom. Dont fuck this up Tom. Dont fuck it up Tom. Tom, you fucker. I opened the front. She got it part-way into the bag before the door was fully open, and quickly ducked back beneath the desk, sitting back expectantly as her fiance entered his office. She heard Mark walking over to his desk from the door, and listened as he paused momentarily, likely because he noticed the half-eaten eclair sitting in the middle of his desk. "Hmm," Mark said in an exaggerated voice. "I don't remember bringing eclairs for breakfast. How very strange!" He walked slowly around the side of his desk,. .. Please..." You are struggling to open your legs wider, knowing how I like that, how I want you as open and exposed as you can be. I stir my dickhead in your liquid hole, just barely between your twitching lips. "Talk dirty to me, Rosie. Talk like a shameless fucking whore. That's what you are, aren't you? Tell me what you want and what you are. Show me you're nasty enough to be fucked."You whisper to me of your need, your lust, your love. I shudder at your words, and can hold back no longer..