"The girl blanched and shook her head. "We've known each other since we were this high. I may love him. I'm not sure, not sure about anything." She st...od, wringing her hands. "I'm just not sure. Poor Billy. What can we do?" Anne felt tears welling up.The old lady rang a small bell and told her maid to have the carriage brought around. "Fetch my shawl and get my cane. We are going into town." Anne helped her stand. "Let's see if we can rescue Billy, bring him home." She smiled at the girl. "I. Just a few days per month! You see how hard it as to endure such ordeal! I loved being fucked, loved doggy style, loved cum shooting. My husband is a slim person with flexible body, unfortunately he was not fulfilling all of my sexual needs in bed. I loved him, when we first met I fell in love with him from the very first look, but soon our sexual life appeared to be boring and very rare. He got exhausted very fast and made me feel unsatisfied, like a hungry a****l every night. I think he was. But, we loved each other so much, we always seemed to muddle through. Sex was still not one of our priorities, especially after the leather trousers were retired. However, our sex life really began going downhill about a year ago, shortly before Annie suddenly quit her job to work as a freelance copywriter from home. I was pleased with her decision. She could be her own boss, she could work flexible hours and she no longer had to face a London rush-hour commute. Still, I noticed that she was. Olga went directly to work on her cheeks again, this time without the pain. Olga commented that it seemed a lot better and Ann felt like she had been caught in her lie. She felt hot oil being poured on her back and running down her crack. She felt Olga’s fingers begin their journey down her crack. Olga asked “Does this help the pain the most?” Ann didn’t answer at first, not trusting herself to speak. Olga asked again more forceful and this time Ann felt she had to answer, stuttering yes, this.