Practically running, the hem of my long skirt swishing around my black riding boots I rush into the shiny chrome and glass conference room, apologizin..., I set up for my presentation. I can feel his deep blue almost black eyes on me as I fumble with the set-up of the projector. He does not say a word just sits with his chin resting on his entwined fingers until I am done. I turn and face him. Unfolding his longs legs he stands at over 6 feet tall he towers over me “Ms. Lane …...Tardiness is not. ’ ‘Too fucking right, she’s a walking scandal Cuck. You should be proud of your hot wife,’ said Spike. ‘I let you “Play Away” as you call it because it makes you happy and you do it a long way away.’ ‘Cuck you are supposed to be following orders. That’s the way it is.’ ‘You don’t need your bags right now because I can see that the pair of you are itching to get naked and copulate to a standstill. What about if I get the bags when it’s dark. Please Diane.’ ‘He’s got a point Spike. What if. Once, I knew someone watched me through the door. Another time, someone watched through a gloryhole. (Maybe I should have stuck my cock through to get a blowjob?) Yesterday, a blowjob is exactly what I wanted.I got to the ABS and paid to get into the booths. Nobody else was in there, so I just stood outside one of the booths, watching some straight porn and rubbing myself through my jeans. After a couple of minutes, another guy came in. He walked by me and into one of the gloryhole booths. I. She didn't want to change. She loved her sex life. She loved her partners, especially the people in her group. But not just them. She loved to meet other people, guys and girls. It wasn't just sex, she loved to get to know them. And, sometimes, yes, she loved sex with them.Yes, she could repress her desires, she could become a dull, monogamous wife, but... She wouldn't be happy. She wouldn't be satisfied, really. And she would always have the feeling that there was some kind of monster inside.