A little prompting. I give it to her as hard as I can. She opens her mouth as the tip brushes her lips and finds a place for it at the back of her thr...at. Her hands lay flat on the wall on either side and she takes it deep with every thrust of my own. A slurping and plunging sound signifies a satisfied john in the other room and my satisfied wife being put to good use in this one. I only know when he finishes because Paula starts to moan as her throat is pasted and filled with his seed and she. "No I didn't forget," he said."And you want to give me another $500 if I stay the weekend?" she asked."That's right. Like I said money, is no object," he said, "My company is doing very well and I make quite a good living doing what I do. "Ruth, I'll be honest with you, I get tired of being here in this hotel room all by myself And I am really tired of watching that damn television. I would like to have an intelligent conversation with someone. I am too shy and awkward in social settings to go. But she knew that, at some point, a flawed man beat a perfect fantasy. Fantasies couldn’t provide the sexual release she so desperately needed. So when the invitation arrived, her heart almost stopped. Here it was. A specific place and time when they would meet. The invitation was to a private screening of the new movie he had written. It was premiering the following week, but the invitation said there would be a private screening at the Living Room Theaters downtown. A private screening. Severalpassed close to the river and I noticed that they carried scrolls tooand fro, flying into smaller orifices in the bare rock and back again asthey carried out whatever their duties were.Descending into the planetoid, torches illuminated the faded andcrumbling frescoes overhead and the water took on some semblance ofgravity as it flowed into its appointed groove in the floor. Rusted irongates creaked open at our approach, powered by clockwork gears moved bysome unseen power. Directly.