I, of course, would never meet him, but that was of no consequence to me. I could smell him. I could see his image. I could feel him. And there were s...all notes to me about the apartment as he instructed in a very forthright manner how the place was to be managed.On the fridge: "No food left to spoil. Must be kept odour free"On the hall table: "Mail to be collected every day. Never leave it, even for one day."On the washing machine: "You are only to clean your clothes here twice a week. Monday. I tie your arms to the bed so i can have my wicked way with youi sit on you reverse so i can lean back and you can grab my boobs whilst im riding youi give you another tit wank, my boobs are pushed together pressing up and down your cock. you are so close as i keep going over and overput you back in my mouth, where my tongue licks up and down your shaft, you feel the urger rushing up through you cock, i push you in deeper and faster where you cant hold it in for any longer, the sensation is too. I could see she hadn't cleaned all the cum off her tits. She bent to kiss me and I could taste the salty remains of Greg's load. As she straightened up her tits were right in my face. Now she noticed she still had some cum on them and she asked me to lick it off. I lapped it up like a good boy and she giggled and told me I did a good job. When done, he was standing in the doorway. Presumably he had watched me eagerly lick his cum off my wife. Yeah, that probably counts as another line. My wife. She chuckled, cuddling into his body, her warm breath touching his facebefore they kissed.It felt natural and scary, easy and overwhelming at once. Her soft fleshengulfed him, making his worries and anguishes fade into a new andunknown nirvana.He was held; someone held him - he was not alone.Her tongue felt like a warm, wet creature from a tropical sea, tastingsalty, dancing and swimming around his tongue, darting and challenging,mocking and teasing. Her soft, sucking lips sealed his mouth,.