“But I was wondering if you could help me?”“Sure. If I can” I replied, not really looking up from my spreadsheet.“Well, it’s like this. I ...oke quite early, and I heard you and your wife...”I think I blushed a little. We had been fucking, around six, and certainly we weren’t whispering – we had no idea there was anyone in the guest bedroom and nothing would wake Paula. Teresa had shouted encouragement as she came to orgasm – nothing too embarrassing, just that normal “harder” and “ooo yes”. My fiancée had cooked the two of us dinner and somehow kept from laughing as I croaked back in Korean to her as we chatted; I had then washed up and gone to bed, even though it was only six, in the hope that exhaustion would put me under. She walked over to the bed fully nude, smiled, and lifted the covers off me. Despite the illness, the sight brought me to full attention in a few seconds, and she smiled even more widely and immediately settled herself on me. Her smile was replaced by a look. . This fuckmeat is yours to use...? I put the big vibrator back on her pussy, and leant over her so that it was clamped between our pubic bones. ?Don't just lie there, tart, serve me.? I caressed the accessible parts of her clamped nipples, and she groaned and flexed her hips under me as I felt her heat building. ?There's a good slave tart, please your Master, get that cunt hot for me.? I pulled back and started thrusting, with hard jerking strokes that forced her down on her. Sex is surely part of normal life?”“Ha!” exclaimed Reg. “Normal life is whatever you decide to do with your life. Studying footballers and football records is no more relevant to life than good literature, but millions take great care to study such irrelevant matters; UNLESS you want to spend your life among people of like mind. If you want to be cultured, and knowledgable about the world, knowing your geography, history, languages and literature; these are the subjects of value in that.