"I thought you were just a protester." People tend to listen to your arguments more when you've got a Phase pistol in your hand," she giggled."Ship it...back and we'll look at it at home space port," I said. "Now Candy what have you found?" Well I think it's a shield generator," she said, her head again inside the bulkhead."Ok take it back and we'll study it later," I said. "What about life support?" No I don't think so," she giggled. "They seemed to have breathed a mixture of methane and sulpha. I lick her smooth, hairless womanhood, workingmy tongue into her lips, engorging her folds. I do this for hours, feelingher pulse quicken and subside, over and over again. She presses my headhard against her, pulling my hair with excitement. One night, she camethree times and I knelt there for five whole hours. (To be honest, Ibrought her three glasses of water.)Lyla is my husband and I am her wife. She keeps my little thingie locked ina clear plastic chastity device. She used to wear the key. ”She held my gaze and continued. “I could tell you anything at all, and you’d have to trust me or decide to go along with it.” She paused, putting her glass down. ”Or leave, I guess, if you didn’t want to go there, but you shouldn’t do that, please.” She put her hand on my knee for a moment. I looked down at her hand, then across to her own bare knees, crossed and compelling.She shifted her position and re-crossed her legs, allowing me to glimpse a flash of her thighs. “Tell you what,” she. Much as I wanted that, I knew I couldn’t do that to Tom and to our marriage. But no matter how hard I tried to stop these fantasies, they came back over and over. They aroused me, made me wet, and brought me to orgasm when I touched myself. So I decided I’d let Keith see me nude again…no…I wouldn’t just let him see me accidentally…I’d show him my body. He would look and imagine and get hard. I’d pose for him and ask him how I made him feel.At a neighborhood holiday party, I slipped a note to.