His cock stood straight out at a ninety degree angle from his body and Kristen reached for it as he drank his drink. "Matt, get back here, we're not f...nished!"I'll be right back, babe, just want to get another round for Marc and me." Matt smiled at Marc as if he did not care that the man was fucking his wife. He quickly went for two more drinks, this time popping two pills into Marc's drink."Hurry back Matt, you've got me so horned up, and I've wanted to fuck you forever you know." She looked. As Margaret turned her back on him to close the door he took out a soaked rag and pressed it on her face,holding her head tightly to his chest with one hand,and her one hand from removing the rag with his other.She tried to scream but the rag was over her mouth,muffling her attempts at calling for help.She panickly inhaled quickly,and the fumes from the rag got to their work.In a few seconds,her moanings subsided and she went limp on Tom's hands.November 15 2014 When Margaret woke up her. Another dampener was the sheer quantity of work she drove herself to achieve in the evenings. Although if he was totally honest the excuse not to have to ask for sex relieved him of something he found almost impossible to do. He much preferred to demonstrate his need by kissing and cuddling, waiting for her response, but she always saw straight through it and complained ‘Why can’t you just TALK about it and ask with WORDS.’ That was his problem — words. He could imagine actions. He could write. .. sure," he said. His life seemed surreal, at the moment. He had always been in charge of it, unremarkable as it had always seemed to be. Now this girl, this temptress ... this woman who was the incarnation of her name, had come into his life and, suddenly, it wasn't ordinary any more. He didn't know quite what it was. But he no longer felt in control."I'll just find the bathroom on my own," she said, with that half smile on her face. "You get the Scotch out. You need a drink, and I want one..