“Does your husband even know I'm here? Did you tell him?” he asks. “No …” she admits softly. “But that’s cause...” “Don’t kid your...elf,” Sam grins triumphantly interrupting her. “You didn’t tell him cause you were secretly hoping something would happen.” “No! That’s not….” “Not what? Not true? Think about it.” Sam smirks. Ellie doesn’t say anything and drops her head staring at her plate. “Tell me Ellie, is your husband good in bed?” Sam asks. “Of course he is!” she blushes. “But he doesn’t. If I believe you are overworking yourself, I will intervene.”“That’s not fair,” she complained.“Instead of having your heart set on something that should normally take two years or more to develop, how about a more realistic project. Besides, from your notes, you are assuming that the testing phase will only have one major and one minor setbacks. A second major will guarantee a missing of the promised deadline.”She suddenly stood, not even noticing how the linen of my undershirt enticingly. As I was chewing the last of it, my Mastermoved forward and deposited the rest of His shit on my chest, and thenturned around and blew His load of sperm into my mouth. I eagerlyswished that around in my mouth and swallowed all of the gooey mixture.He instructed me to smear the rest of His shit onto my chest andunderarms and clit while I had my own orgasm. As I smeared His shitonto my body I had a massive, for me, orgasm, and shot my load onto mystomach. Just as I was opening my eyes I heard. Would you talk about that for us, please?"Allison smiled sadly and looked down. "Let me tell you about Rob, about me, about us. Rob is a good man. He always shows up and he works hard. He's no mental giant, but he's smart enough and he's very level-headed. He adores our children and does at least his share of chauffeuring and parental participation. He does more than his share of chores around the house."My friend and Rob's friend set us up on our first date. Everyone I've ever known has let me.