I was absolutely whacked. By my reckoning I'd had about 3 — hours sleep and I was still pissed and stoned. I drew myself a good hot bath and threw i... some Epsom salts. For some reason I thought that would help. As the water pressure was pathetic I cooked up some bacon and eggs while the bath was filling and ate them sitting on the toilet. (No I wasn't going to the toilet.) I would have looked a pathetic sight if anybody had seen me. The guilt of having rooted another woman while married was. " lowering that accented voice as the woman stood with the hem of the dress at her knees, "...for fucking. Higher. Don't make me wait. I must see to the tops of those stockings, the flesh, the red strips of the belt, the knickers and you know it. We must make sure everything is just so including you and your body."The woman swallowed and continued to raise her dress, material bunching up in both hands, reaching the tops of the stockings pushing a little into her upper thighs causing her pale. Sigil said something in response to the noise, but she was quickly back to work on me. I heard her say some kind of words to me, something like “keep it going girl, your almost there.” I felt and sensed, almost on a spiritual level, the final buildup occurring within my body. I do not remember saying or calling out anything; but there was the sounds of someone crying out in sheer exuberant rapture, their voice echoing off the walls and furnishings with intensity equal to what I was. Be patient.” I did as I was told. I was rewarded for my obedience. She sat opposite me, on a wicker dining chair. She held the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner and moved it away from the floor and over her left breast. The suction pulled her nipple into the nozzle and the vacuum cleaner whined as if with pleasure. Her face contorted into a grimace, and then a smile. She pulled the nozzle away from until, finally, it released her breast and it bounced back against her body. There was a red circle.