"Ik heb ervaring in fysiotherapie. Zal ik er eens na kijken? "vroeg ze."Ik vind het prima, maar niet hier. Ik lig beter op bed,"zei ik tegen haar. Mir...he stond opeens op en zei,"Prima, Laten wij naar boven gaan." Ik wist niet wat ik hoorde en stond ook gelijk op. Ik maakte de woonkamer deur open en Mirthe ging mij voor. Ze loopt de trap op, naar de slaapkamer. Heupwiegend loopt ze voor me. Ik geniet van het uitzicht, van haar prachtige billen die voor mijn ogen dansen. Ik ging op het bed. A woman is born a trophy wife and wanton slut. Samantha needed sex on a daily basis, and if her husband was too tired to perform his duty she sought the aid of her toys and put on such a show for him that he inevitably jumped on her. She would never go out not wearing fully fashion nylon stockings and the most refined lingerie. For the trophy wife dressing is a ritual. She would spend an hour or so in the morning getting ready for the day. Being a lady of leisure, time was not a problem for. I have far too much to live for to be anything other than that.”He turned to her and kissed her, a long gentle kiss. “I’m going to miss you more than words can say. But knowing you are here waiting for me, will give me the strength to bear it, as long as I have your love.”She lifted her tear stained face to look at him; she could see he looked sad and concerned. “Bobby,” she whispered, “let’s go to bed.”They made love that night, slow, gentle love, devoid of the frenzy that usually consumed. The left tit now was labeled "Carol's" and the right one was labeled "Tits". She was now proclaiming to the world that her tits belonged to Carol, my chief legal officer's admin assistant.As I approached her, I mentioned that I had the software presentation meeting in 20 minutes and I needed to review my latest changes before that meeting. Therefore, I would not be taking any calls until after the meeting. She quickly informed me that Donald, my legal officer, was waiting in my office. "He said.