It’s a very private, very dirty thought that I didn’t think I’d ever even talk about with anyone else. I thought it was just me...” She smiles... a smile of relief that she’s finally been able to share this.“I’ve just come out of a marriage that wasn’t really working for either of us. Almost twenty years, and I think maybe 15 of them were just the pair of us going through the motions. He’s an okay guy, I have no negative feelings toward him ... We just didn’t work together. We never really did if. Her eyes went to the clock on the wall and she stared at the red second hand as it ticked slowly around. “Yes?” she said. She didn’t know what else to say. “I want to see you again. The same place, but room one-twenty-one. Tonight.” “I can’t. I have work,” she heard herself say. “Yes, I know,” he said dismissively. “You always have work. Be there at eight o’clock. Wear your work clothes. I like you in your work clothes. And wear that same lipstick you wore that day. It looks good on you.”. "Just give me a minute to work her open, Sam," Dean warned with a chuckle, scissoring his buried fingers."I'm ready now, honey," she pleaded, thrusting backwards. "I want you inside me." Her voice was laden with need and she fisted Sam's shirt again. "Both of you."Dean laughed. "Always so impatient," he said teasingly, inserting a third finger and groaning with pleasure at her delighted squeal. A few strokes later he pulled them out and gave her ass a slap as he pushed her hips towards Sam's. 'Love me, Hercules, make me yours. Take me! Do me,' and as my longing sublimated into unparalleled passion, so the pitch, amplitude and impropriety increased, 'Fuck me, Hercules! Shove it up me! Give me your cock, your fucking beautiful cock... Fill me with your love, your life!' At that precise moment, I reached again for the regulating lever, intending to increase by mere degrees my pelvic pummelling, but my fingers, still greasy from the dripping, slipped and pushed it too far. In.