If things didn’t work, he could see that little look of self-reproach which was nearly always rinsed away with a look of realization that things wer... ok, it wasn’t all that bad. Sometimes he would catch her staring into space or into a corner of the ceiling and often wondered what was flitting through her mind. He asked a few times and she giggled and just said “stuff, you know…just zoning out for a bit.”Some of the questions she posed showed him her depth and maturity, and sometimes showed. But that was being a bit churlish.I had been to enough of these industry events to know that they were a necessary evil; same as album release parties. It was all about stroking the egos of people who thought they were the most important people in the industry. Of course, even when we couldn’t get commercial airplay for our “Songs of Injustice” album, we still sold plenty of copies, but FARB – the Federation of Australian Radio Broadcasters, who represented the commercial broadcasting sector –. We reached to 15th floor and she pressed the bell. One young man come out and opened the door he must be mid thirties and looks quite handsome. They shook hand we entered the house she introduced me to him and said he is my husband we have just reached.He guided us to the drawing room and we sat on the sofa. I was sitting in one sofa and this gentle man was sitting on the other one opposite me. She came and sat next to him. He started taking to her how the trip and the marriage were and so on.. Her hands move on their own coming up to cup her luscious breasts on the outside of her robe. The more she plays the looser (the robe) it becomes until its hanging open freely. Reaching inside she cups her breast feeling her nipples instantly harden to the touch. Her breasts rising her breathing becoming ragged as they ache to bit and teased relentlessly. Pinching and twisting her nipples just trying to satisfy that inner ache, her hand drifts lower. Slowly her finger slides down between her.