We enjoy fine wine with our meal. Conversation flows easily like it has all day. With each passing moment, I fall more for Damian. I have never been c...nfident about a man's feelings towards me, but I feel like he cares deeply for me. What an amazing feeling. So, this is what it is supposed to feel like. This is what I have been missing. The moment comes where I can't hide my want for him any longer. Sitting beside him, looking into his eyes, hearing his deep voice say sweet things to me, I need. One who will be able to dedicate all her time to me. I will, however, keep the key to the padlock that holds your beautiful pussy lips closed." I looked up angrily at hearing that last part."How dare you say you'll be keeping the key, Master! If you are disposing of me, then it no longer belongs to you -- it belongs to my husband." Uh hum..." The not-so-subtle throat clearing from across the table caught my attention. I looked over at my husband and waited for him to speak his peace."Dear wife,. With head still tipped back, he slowly pulled his boxers off and let them join his crumpled pants. He wanted it to feel like she had taken him when they were back at the lockers - not removing his clothes completely so as to feel the excitement of them being out in the open. Taking his extremely hardened shaft in his hand, he pumped slowly, allowing himself to look back down and into Suki’s eyes. Inching closer, Dillon tilted the screen back so it felt almost like he was standing directly over. The stench of alcohol was strong on his breath. He must have had a lot more to drink that I thought. "But I am getting old, and they want a new face! I told them about your work. Now they want you!" he shouted. "A black n..." Suddenly a man punched him in the face. He fell to the floor, passed out. "Sorry Susan, I know he is your brother," the man said. "Thank you, Terry," Susan said. "We better get him out to the car." "I'll help," I said. "Thank you," Susan said. "No problem," We carried him.