The trouble is, I’m married and the manageress of a high visibility company. I am sort of happy in my marriage, but my husband cannot give me the se... I crave. I have, on occasion, resorted to the odd gigolo now and again. After all, they are young, have loads of energy, and loads of fluid that they want to pour down my very dry throat on those nights where, I have been a really naughty piece of ass. I have also picked the odd bloke up from a pub, but my typical hunting places are the posher. She was naked, covered only by the bedcover and she felt her nipples harden as the chill of morning washed over her. Rolling onto her side facing the still slumbering body next to her, she relished in the sight of him. Lightly she traced the tips of her fingers along the curve of his strong thighs and gently stroked his balls. Even in sleep his cock twitched. As she moved her fingers around the base of his cock and increased the pressure slightly, he started to harden. She wriggled further. Telling her that this was a semi permanent adhesive, and that she needed to coat the ear canal just inside the outer ear with it. Princess remarked that it was sort of like putting glue on a PVC pipe, just without the funky purple stuff. Using a set of hemostats the doctor picked up the first device and passed it off to Princess. She very carefully set it into the ear canal, being sure not to push it in too far. The Adhesive the Doctor explained was a semi permanent type. Using a special spray. Gingerly I poked the hook at the spot and managed to get it through, with a little more pain that I expected, but I checked my fingers for blood and there was none, so I put the other ear-ring in too. I was starting to read my little address-book, feeling increasingly feminine in my ear-rings, when I was startled by Derek, my surgeon, standing beside me. "Well, you do seem to be well co-ordinated already!" he exclaimed."Yes, it all seems to be working okay." I replied, surprised by the high.