We lived in a home without life inside of it. Now how could this delicate piece of circle change that? Walking into our bedroom I couldn’t look upon...the four poster bed without a pang of jealousy. How long? Three months? Eight months? It was my prison. I was dried up inside, long past crying for sexual contacts. Hanging it above my bed I looked upon the knots. They were tied so intricately. Yet if I were to tug on one strand it would have loosened it. I got so engrossed I didn’t hear my husband. I stroked the outer lips, then her labia and used my tongue on her clit. Then I probed my tongue and fingers into her cunt with great care. She moaned with pleasure and kept licking and sucking my shaft whilst she caressed my balls with her fingertips. My cock became hard and she gagged as it pushed against the back of her throat. Her cum came pouring out of her pussy, and I lapped it up. A few minutes later she and I climaxed as one. My cum, down to a trickle from so much lost today, ran down. I just got him to bed, he was completely out of it when his mobile phone beeped. It was a friend of Lisa who required a lift for her and Lisa back from their Hen night."No problem," I said and left again.Lisa friend Billie was very nice too, but not interested in swapping phone numbers so I dropped her off fast. Lisa was well gone too but she wasn't as far gone as Joe."Come in for coffee," she slurred."Sure," I agreed.Anytime in her presents was always a pleasure. Tonight she was wearing a. He sat down on the seat immediately behind Harry."Reg," Harry said, "wouldn't this be easier if we could see each other."Reg paused for a moment, looked around again, shrugged, stood up and sat down beside Harry. "You can't be too careful," he said.No, thought Harry, you can't be too careful but you can be too bloody irritating for words. It was the down side of working with Reginald Tobin. The obsessive secrecy, the penchant for methods that belonged in a John le Carré or Len Deighton novel;.