But I can’t! I’m married. We’re just colleagues.“But there’s nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart.”“Come on,” I say, taking ...our hand, and leading you from the dancefloor. “We should probably go back to the hotel and say goodnight.”The look on your face reflects how I feel in my heart.“Yeah,” you agree resignedly. “That’s probably a good idea.”We settle up our bar tabs, and walk back to the hotel where we’re staying for the conference. It’s a couple of blocks away. Outside the bar,. Not once. She didn't always like what he decided, but even that wasn't very often. More often than not, he somehow knew what she wanted and provided it for her - usually without her asking. She did a lot of work, taking care of the house, seeing to all of Sean's needs - from the mundane to the sexual. She knew he appreciated everything she did, and that in and of itself made serving him a pleasure, even when she was doing things she hated to do. She hadn't had any money in her hands since the. He kept asking her about what she liked to do in bed. Of course, she wouldn’t answer, so he jokingly started suggesting things, dirty things, to her. Did she suck cock? Did she swallow? How many times did she take it up the ass? The jokes he made at her expense made the audience laugh, but these questions made her blush deeply. She wouldn’t answer, nor could she move. She was frozen in her chair, and he went on. Did she like to be tied? Spanked? Did she dress up and role play for. .he stops for a second before banging me hard at the kitchen counter. I moan and groan and scream out loud before i hear someone else groan. I open my eyes to see the french windows wide open and Timon, the garbage man with his cock out staring right at us. Suddenly i have this wicked idea. "Lets go out in the porch. I wanna fuck you where everyone can see me be your slut", i say loud enough for timon to hear. "No one knows you here.please..i always wanted to do that with you", i say. He nods.