My loving husband had called me, to tell that he would be late home from his office that evening. I was furious; he was claiming to be too much stress...d by his job and he could not keep me satisfied at bed those days…I was not alone at home. Not at all, really. I had around a bunch of noisy workers, carrying out a not useful remodelation of Victor’s studio…Of course they were weeks behind schedule. I got mad at my hubby and his noisy men; but suddenly I thought about another way to make him. Once inside she kissed the door closed the door leaving the quzzled assistant on the other side. She pulled me over to a spacious sofa and at last liberated my hand but sat quite close to me. She wanted to know details about my new film that I was working on and if the rumor's about the sexual content. She she spoke her breasts rise and fell with an ever increasing excitement. The closer she leaned towards me I could now notice the scent of alcohol on her breath, but I wouldn't describe her as. ... yeahhhhh.... that thing.... that I doooo...No, I don't know how to explain why I feel compelled to do it. But through the power of story telling maybe I can at least try to detail why I believe I came to feel this way about it. Let's start with Episode 1.Hobby.noun, plural hobbies.1. an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupationA few years ago I was busying myself with this dictionary definition of the word hobby. I felt it was missing something. It. Molly laughed and told my sister, “Bend over, now, your ladyship. I am not finished with your lovely posterior as yet.”I studied the scene as an exercise in carnal reality and it fully exposed to me my sister’s fall from grace into the pits of depravity following my constant exhortations for her to try “something new”.I saw her ass cheeks spread open before me and she looked back over her shoulder nervously unsure of the Maid’s intentions and fearful of her intent. At least, she did not expect.