I wasn’t belittled or criticized. I didn’t worry that I was being too loud or obnoxious or crass or breaking the rules – I was already doing all...of it! I was having a blast for about 2 hours a day – and that seemed to be enough to keep me going the other 22. I lived for 10 pm so I could write to him and he was all mine. I was in a fog – of happiness, lust, excitement, laughter, and kisses. A fog of kisses – best fog ever – I couldn’t even imagine connecting like that before that day on the. "Yes, very good. I am starting to feel just the way you were a few minutes ago?"This makes you feel that good?" Oh yes, darling. It does indeed."I could see a satisfied smile appear on her lips as she continually looked up at my face, obviously taking pleasure at the changes in my expression."Now, faster, Amanda. Do it faster!" I looked at the little hand, barely big enough wrap around the thick circumference of my experienced manly penis. Her fingers slid briskly up and down the veiny. ‘Bought a wife.’ ‘Get rid of her.’ ‘No.’ ‘No?’ Abigail was flustered, a condition which three years of grief and hardened will had almost removed from her makeup. ‘No,’ Cole confirmed. ‘I don’t consider that this falls within the scope of our agreement. If she starts to make problems then I’ll get rid of her. ‘Radigan,’ Abigail began, but Cole held up one hand to gain her attention and wiggled the fingers of his other hand to draw her attention to the gun which it hovered by. ‘We can do this. I want to taste those lips very badly but I still didn’t know who this man was or what he was here for. I allow him to come into my house and he is very confident looking. I welcome him in and I ask this gentleman to have a seat on the couch and offer him a drink. He sits graciously with those long legs and says yes to a drink. He looks at me with those wonderful eyes. We make small talk and smile at each other. I still do not know what he wants. He smiles at me and looks serious before.