Last year there was sadness about you wrapped around you like insulation. But this year you've changed. There's calmness and wisdom. I had a sense it ...as there before, but now it has come out. People are noticing you. My girlfriends have talked about you. You know, 'Who's the hunk, ' sort of thing. But what I'm getting at is the understanding. You seem to grok what's around you." They think I'm a hunk?" Don't be going down that stream, Joseph, it's much too shallow." And of course I've noticed. Putting on her slutty black dress and a touch of makeup on her slender face, he caught the reflection of her high cheekbones in the mirror. He could almost taste the excitement in the air: she was about to fulfill their ultimate fantasy. They were silent driving there, and when they reached the club, she knew what had to be done.She stepped into the booth with a few glory holes while the husband comfortably sat behind the mirror, along with his dirty thoughts. Suddenly, one glory hole wasn’t. He’s got a big coat on too, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s a big guy under that.They’re obviously very much in love.She speaks in voice-over as they walk. Her Scouse accent is soft, nicely spoken, and has a pronounced lisp. “My name ith Madeline Dyer, I’m 31 yearth old, I’m married to Nick. He ownth a bar in the middle of Liverpool. I uthed to work behind the bar, but he preferth to keep me away from the animalth, ath he callth them ... But today, I’ll be getting clother to a real animal. He fucks me hard, and I cum on him. He keeps fucking me, and I keep cumming, my legs are numb, my body is shaking, and I want MORE! “Are you ready?” “Yeah” He pulls out of my sloppy pussy, and rubs his head against my ass. He pulls a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket and asks me to hold the bullet in place while he lathers my ass up and of course his self. The lubricant feels thick, cold and gooey; but he swears it’ll make it easier on both of us. Once.