My hand was still on my wet pussy lips and I gave my clitoris a little rub as I lifted my fingers to my lips to taste myself. I maintained eye contact...with the guy from the bar as I licked my pussy juice off my fingers. I slowly turned around and as I was about to lose eye contact I gave him a single, clear instruction, “Fuck me now”.I put my hands on the bed and spread my legs a little. My ass was facing him and my pussy must have been glistening just below it. I remembered my husband. “Is. But, the tension quickly defused when he swapped ends and came back around, kneeling near my head.The next move caught me off guard. He started rubbing my shoulders, then suggested my back needed more work because of the excessive muscle tightness. I was told to raise up on all fours, put my knees together and press my head and shoulders forward to the foam mattress until they were at floor level. This left my back arched taut and my ass sticking straight up. The position felt awkward, but it. "As he stroked my hair he asked, "Are you sure?"I panted, "Oh yes, I'm so, so sure - I love and trust you."He started taking off my top, I had to let him go so it would slip off myarms, next my skirt joined my top in a pile on the floor, he gasped as helooked at my body, clad in bra, panties and stockings, I had left myboots off (they were still in the bathroom), he kissed my soft womanlybelly, making me erupt in goose bumps, my nipples hardened even furtheras I moaned in bliss.He stopped. He just needed to wear long sleeved shirts, and long pants.Unfortunately, he could not have a normal romance. One day, he would need to show his scarred body to his girlfriend, and she could never understand his killer life. No matter how understanding or madly in love she was, Lucas knew that.They might try, and maybe even do it for a while, but Lucas knows very well what it feels like to live with someone who doesn’t fully understand.She could never understand his life as a murderer until he.