The room was covered with all manner of pipes, tanks, wires, and tubing.All different sizes, all a dull, unpainted metallic grey, everythingincredibly...out of place in the old wooden building. The set up lookedlike it belonged within the engine room of some sort of spaceship, orgiant war machine. Everything in the room led to and centered around ahuge metal bowl, along with a very out of place table stacked with papercones. A large red lever stood beside the machine, with a cartoony PULLwritten. —“Root,” said the blond.Delorah’s face was unreadable as she scanned her card for a corresponding question. “Do you find your job fulfilling?”Sandy thought a bit, her facial expression altering as she thought. “Yes. Most days. Some days. It has good moments.”“Really?” Delorah asked.Sandy sighed and took another sip of wine. “What your thinking is, ‘Is my job as fulfilling as modeling was?’ Right?”“No, I just—couldn’t do office work, you know?”“Oh I know you couldn’t,” Sandy said with a smile.. Jess laughed. “Pubes are such a turn-off, no?”Emma frowned and nodded. “Especially during a blow-job! I hate the feeling of them tickling my nose. Anyway, Brent agreed to shave.” He hadn’t exactly ‘agreed’, but that was splitting hairs. No pun intended.“Ok, well, I assume you aren’t looking for Aaron to shave him,” Jess began.“Oh GOD no!” Emma said, horrified. Jess laughed again.“Well, for your first shaving, why don’t you try picking up an electric razor? Either one for trimming beards or a. He's a good pussy eater and he has a good size cock but I'm not in love with him. I'm thinking of calling it off with him, he's good but I'm not in love with him. I have a pretty good life here with Allen."I can go where I want, do what I want, and pretty much fuck around on him. He thinks I'm the wonderful housewife and that I am always here for him. We've been married three years and he doesn't have a clue about me cheating on him. Besides, he's a damn good lover." Then why do you cheat on.