Whatever," she looked down at the table again, embarrassed by her forthrightness, vague as it was."Good, I look forward to lots of ... whatever. But p...rhaps we should do something special?" I'm in favor of special," she punctuated that with a kiss. "What did you have in mind?" I have no idea," I said, my mind spinning. "We could go somewhere quiet for a long weekend perhaps?" You have good ideas. I expect to be pleasantly surprised when I get back from Scottsdale." You wouldn't mind going. “I can't wait to see the other side.” A third chimes in.Their ogling is particularly painful tearing at the sore wound that is your current life. It's been over fifteen long years since your lying unfaithful piece of scum ex-husband conned you into getting the surgery. Some how the creep convinced you that a natural C-cup wasn't good enough and like an idiot you caved into his whims. Soon, with bitter clarity, unwanted memories flood in of the creep showing you off to his jerk friends. He can. .." Let's not talk about your husband," Rhykov replied, "after what you said last night, I think I've heard enough of the man." Rhykov, I'd like to thank you for last night. It was a relief to unburden... to tell someone about my life and to have someone listen. It was important someone understands." Quite all right." I know you... perhaps was thinking I'd... we'd, um..." You'd what?" That we'd... entertain you, as a woman entertains a man. Thank you for not being insistant." Madam, I have no. The tight jeans had the effect of pressing the butterfly directly against my clit so that, even on no 1, I think I would not have been able to hold back like the night before. I switched it off. I dropped my jeans a little and fed the remote between my legs so that its cable was between my pussy lips (an exciting feeling in itself) and up the crack of my arse. I pulled my jeans up and popped the remote control into my back pocket.I tried to be disciplined and forced myself not to switch it on.