When I asked her if she wanted him to do anything different, she mentioned that she would like her husband to stop wearing briefs and start wearing bo...ers. That way it would be easier for her to reach inside and grab his cock!I sent her husband off on some errands, first, to buy her a nice nightgown and himself some boxers, and second, to buy her a couple of play toys, AKA marital aids, AKA vibrators. Then I slipped a couple of fifties in her pocketbook and took her shopping (I knew that she. ’ ‘I can wait.’ ‘Presumptuous.’ ‘Yes, it is.’ He kisses my neck and is gone. Back in my kitchen the next day, things feel good and normal again. I’m sure that the drama last night was fleeting, but damn it felt good. I cannot help thinking in between conversations with Eric and tasting buttery hollandaise and savory burgundy wine sauces that I want to run my hands through Damiens’ thick hair and crush my mouth to his delectable lips. The more control he had, the less I did. ‘Chef.’ Then,. “You could be as attractive as I am with a little fixing up. We’re both a bit on the thick side and our tits don’t stand up so high any more, but, you know, I’ve discovered that those one-eyed trouser trout are actually blind. They are mostly interested in any warm wet hole that will squeeze ‘em and please ‘em and pull their cum out. Who that hole is attached to just needs to be eager and fun. Looks aren’t important unless you’re plumb ugly, which we aren’t.”“So how do you know all this, dear. I have a lot of friends in my office and among them was a guy named Roshan. He was a good friend of mine but we were not so close to each other. He was of normal height and not so bad looking. He was married to a girl named Sumi and the couple didn’t have any kids.One fine day during the working hours, Roshan approached me and said, “Hi Batsy, I need to say you something important and confidential”. I told him that I was busy and asked him to wait after the office hours to talk about it. I had.