I need sex, a lot of sex, and Donny just doesn't give it to me. Twice a week, regular as clockwork, three minutes and then he rolls off, goes to sleep...and leaves me hanging. I married him because I love him, but even before we were married he wasn't giving me what I needed. I just have to go out and find someone to fuck me and make me cum. If seeing to my own sexual satisfaction because my husband won't makes me a slut then so be it."In the end she told me that she had no intention of not. " I eat at home on Monday and Wednesdays. Why don't you join me?" Beverly asked.Bobby said, "I don't want to do anything that'd appear improper?"Beverly asked, "Would your wife mind?" No wife, no girlfriend," he answered."Are you a gentleman?" she asked half teasingly."Yes ma'am." We can eat out on the patio. That should be all right," Beverly said.So twice a week they had lunch on the patio and talked. By the third week, Bobby was totally and hopelessly in love with her. He hadn't dated much. Or, you can fight me and see me torture and kill all eight of them. Force you to watch as I cut the unborn children out of them.”I wished my abilities were not hampered as they were, but I noticed that the effects of the drug were not getting any worse; in fact, they seemed to be waning. If I could keep him talking, maybe it would give me the chance I needed.“What the fuck would make you think I would help you?” I asked. “Besides, the nine of us are immune to your curse.”“Yes, indeed, you are,”. " She then looked me square in the eyes and said, "Honey, are you sure you want me to continue?" I was so hard because she was teasing me and Dan at the same time. I pulled my pants down and began jerking my cock. "Yes, honey, I really want you to enjoy this. Go for it. Suck his cock and make him cum."Mary smiled, looking me in the eyes, and lowered her head and in one thrust shoved Dan's cock completely down her throat to his balls. She held it there for probably 30 seconds, sucking for all it.