In my bedroom I had a white dressing table and a huge, oval mirror. The dressing table was littered with make up and hairspray and perfume and right n...xt to a big, tall window so I had plenty of natural light to put on my make up. In those days it took me something like an hour to get ready. I don't know why - I don't know how it could have taken me that long. (These days I can do full make up and everything I need to do in under twenty minutes, no matter what look I want to achieve). I'd had a. My body jerked and I said, "Ouch, that hurt." I just wanted to get your attention," she said, still holding the base of my cock and now reaching further to cup my balls."Do you mind if I use ten percent of my attention to drive and keep from getting us killed?" I asked.She giggled before taking a good portion of my cock in her mouth.I looked to my left and saw the woman in the car next to us looking at us. As I went back to looking at the car ahead, she turned to the man driving.The top was. There was not a day when we were free but didn’t do it. But then things become complicated when she said she loved me. I had no other option but to end it. I hoped she would understand, I explained it to her and wanted to continue the way we were living. But she was gone, crossing many seas to a land unknown to me.Inside the someone’s building compound whom neither of us knows, she hinted to resume the action. She kissed again and without hesitation, I pulled up her dress and shoved my left. Leave off the broccoli, though.”“Ick!”Meg padded barefoot into the kitchen, made the call, and then came back into the office.“Do you have a hair dryer, Jack?”“In the drawer next to the sink in your bathroom.”“Aha! Have a girlfriend who sleeps over?”“Nope, no girlfriend. Just for whomever.”“Oh, of course! A girlfriend wouldn’t be in the guest room anyway.”“Go get pretty ... prettier ... Meggie. See you when you get back.”“Aye-aye, Sergeant Jack!”“That’s ‘Master Sergeant Jack’ to you, kid!”Meg.