I then tell her to go to the front door, remove her (stupidly) high heel shoes and tights or stockings and come back. I remain in the kitchen, so tha... she knows that my control over her is so total that I don’t have to worry about whether she tried to escape. She returns suitably shorter in height and now not wearing stockings (I watched her remove them). I tell her to kiss me again, properly, and while we’re doing that I tickle that spot in her mind that increases her arousal a bit more. . Fuck my face baby, Jay says to me, I scoot up and straddle his face. He leans up and licks my clit and I stick my hand out to grab onto the night table. Jay pushes me up a little and tells me Talk dirty baby. I…I…dont know how, I reply back. Jay suddenly stops licking me and I groan in anger. Talk babe, Jay says muffle to me, Im not going again until you talk dirty. Fine! Please eat my pussy, I barely finish my sentence before his tongue his back. I grind down hard onto his face and his hands. I'm trying to get him to smoke in the house, more. I LOVE to smell their aroma. His last wife detested the smell, and jumped down his throat if he even lit one outside. THAT, being a selfish bitch, and a money-grubbing, gold digger were enough for him to get her her walking papers, though. Best move he ever made, in MY book."When Julia told her about the cigars, Chloe had said SHE enjoyed smelling them, too. WHY didn't they take some and put them in the drawer of the nightstand, to encourage. ———— You’re drowsy and content, and it’s time to talk. I mentioned a proposal. You know me, you know that it wouldn’t be a normal kind of proposal. I’m married, I love my wife, and you love her, too. Besides, you know that she was a party to this, even though she’s not here at the moment. So, where do we go from here? What’s just happened could be a one-off, a beautiful moment between the two of us, and you’re free to leave it at that and walk away, go back to our platonic friendship. Or … It.