I was excited as we did not have sex for a long time.My wife was in her usual sexy black tank top and brand new glossy micro shorts, just like the one... those wrestling divas wear in WWE. Her thunderous thighs and huge calves looked so sexy. It seemed like her melons were bursting out of her body-hugging tank.Supriti- Come here, puny slave. I have a surprise for you.She started flexing and showing off her toned biceps. I noticed she had not cleaned her armpits this week. Patches of hair growth. We talked about the weekends we had spent together in Phoenix and about our exchange of letters while I was overseas. Catching up was not easy, there were certain questions I could not ask and she was hesitant to ask the thing she needed to know, what were my plans?I did find out some things that I was curious about. The house she had rented was fourteen miles south of the town where her work, the brothel, was located. She had taken a taxi home at about 3 a.m. She had not considered getting a. “We must stop meeting this way,” I said as I sat beside her. “Have you seen Bill?”“Not yet but we are a bit early.”“I think that’s him now.”Her attorney approached us. “Andrea, Casey ... let’s find a room.”We followed Bill as he located a vacant conference room. Inside we sat at a table. “This should be a formality,” he explained. “You’re comfortably past the 120-day waiting period, and Ben’s side has stipped to everything we asked for. I should be able to procure a certified order by the end. I found a rubber in the medicine cabinet and rolled it on. I squirted a bunch of gel into my hair and began to brush it out furiously. I teased it up into a huge Jersey girl style big hair helmet, spray fixing it with gallons of Aqua Net. A high feathery wall in the front, big bouffant bubble at the back, nice sharp swooping flip above the shoulders. I put big silver hoop earrings on. Yes, I pierced my ears in the frenzy, madly stabbing the earrings through my earlobes and then dousing the spot.