We found you easily enough, since I took him directly to the security office in the back of the building. You were there, watching us approach the doo.... I think, even before introductions were made, that you already knew who this man with me was. I stood, silently, as you both shook hands and went through the ritual of sizing each other up. I was so nervous. So excited. My pussy was on fire with yearning for release. Not from my husband, but from you, Master. My heart pounded so hard in my. Three broken ribs, a shattered knee and ankle, ruptured spleen, torn ligaments - I hadn't been much better off than the Demon I'd landed on. But I was still alive.The second week, I was too weak to get out of bed and did nothing but eat and sleep to recover. The third and fourth weeks I spent trying to regain the weight and strength I'd lost while keeping everyone from guessing my motivation.Thanksgiving had passed and Christmas saw me almost fully recovered physically. I still got tired. I tend to get a lot of repeat customers that way. I've even had an invitation or two given to me by my more satisfied customers thanks to my proficient cock sucking abilities. Charles doesn't mind when I go away for an occasional weekend with some rich client just as long as I come home to his bed and his small but skilled cock. And why on earth would he mind? My husband is not just my lover but he is my best friend. He knows I have urges and he let's me explore them. He also brings me to. You see her... long brown curls bouncing with the movement as her eyes gaze around the room... bored. Unhappy. His eyes are squeezed shut as he grunts loudly and pulls his out noticeably small dick and dribbles cum onto her perfectly plump ass. He bends over to grab a shirt from the floor, tosses it over her cum coated ass and... walks away?! You head to the kitchen to clear your head. What did you just see? Why did you care? It wasn't right. You grab a drink, hoping to bring you back to.