"When he frowned his wife added, "And along with good posture let's see aconstant smile, Cara. Or I'll be charging you for private consultationson at...itude, and I'll have to use my firm's rates, which are awfullyhigh. If that happens, we're going to have to find even more ways foryou to earn money here, which might get... interesting."He looked at her pleadingly and said, "But... I mean... It isn'tfair..."She held up a silencing hand. "I know. It isn't fair that I should putout so much. I just make up stuff.“„Just what is it you're writing?“„It's a – I guess it's a sort of romance novel.“Marion proceeds to read: „`...Misty sobbed uncontrollably as the whip lashed against her upthrust bottom again and again. Yet, somehow, the more the Count punished her quivering flesh, the more she wanted him. Her arousal blazed with her, consuming all other emotions. Her hips ground wontonly, shamelessly in the air, thrusting against the impact of the whip...´ Does that sound like a romance. You wore a low cut white blouse that almost promised a peek at more than just cleavage, but it never did. Your plaid mini skirt rode higher than the tops of your stockings, showing everyone the garter belt clipped to them, and that line running up the back of your legs, meeting perfectly with your stiletto heels. It was the image of a Catholic schoolgirl gone very, very bad. I was mesmerized.I watched you for over an hour Trish. I sipped at my only drink, nearly forgetting it as I watched you.. I needed to fuck so badly. I needed anything! I was so damned turned on."I want you to fuck Phil for me, I want you to!" I said.She smiled. "I think I'm loving our new arrangement! And I think you're loving our new arrangement too aren't you Honey?" She said looking me in the eye, teasingly challenging me to contradict her, as she continued, now lightly and more slowly, fondling my warm meat.The pre-cum seeping out of it was running down the underside of the head and over her fingers. She.