”There was a rumble of laughter that lasted for a minute and then the Voice asked, “That may be so, Barbara, but would you stop? Would you like it...if your husband left you alone, physically?”This time Barb was very serious as she replied, “I could not live for more than a day or two if Steve didn’t take me. If ever he wants me to do anything, all he has to do is to deny me his marvelous cock for a day or so. I would be begging him to do anything at all to me if only he would take me. I cannot. Suzie, I could see you telling Natty 'no' out of the corner of my eye ... close your mouth or you're going to catch a fly." I grinned at both of them and continued, "I'm a bit hurt that you have something that you're arguing about that concerns me and you won't talk to me about it. I know we've been through a lot during the past couple of weeks, and I feel bad we haven't had as much time together as I would like, but you can always pull me aside and talk. So please don't shut me out."At that. ” Genuine fear was something of a new experience for Karen but she recognised ‘bat-shit crazy’ from police brutality videos on the internet – ones which ended in the use of Tasers, truncheons or bullets. For once a bit of police brutality seemed entirely reasonable and she listened hopefully for sirens as she wrapped her fingers around Carson’s cock. “Not my cock,” he snapped. “I want you to touch the weapon.” Now that tone had Bond-villain written all over it, and Karen found the irrational. To test this I went at different times and sure enough, he would show up. Hubby was working a job at the time where he was working six days a week and starting at 6:00AM and getting off around 11:00PM, so he was not home much. I filled the void by flirting with Rob when I saw him at the pool. Rob was into it and would flirt back. Well over the course a few weeks the flirting got more risky and I was flashing my tits at him and he would pat my butt or rub it as he would walk past me. He started.