Maine uska khada lund apne muh me chusa aur chalti hui car me usko muth maar maar kar uska lund ras bhi nikal diya tha. Uske lund ka paani thoda to ma...n pee gai aur thoda neeche car mat par gir gaya tha.Hum farm house pahunch gaye aur usne mere kahne par car hamare cottage ke bahar garage me park kardi thi. Hum ne farm ka ek chakkar lagaya aur wapas cottage me aa gaye. Hamare farm manager ne hum ko lunch ke liye invite kiya to maine kaha ki ham apna lunch box laye hai. Hamara farm house cottage. ” He paused a moment. “How do you feel? Now, in the daylight.” I didn’t answer immediately, pondering his question seriously. “I feel a little strange,” I said. “I’m not saying strange in a bad way, just in a ‘I can’t believe I sucked another man’s dick last night’ strange.” “That’s normal. Do you feel guilty, disgusted, angry at your husband, jealous?” Again, I gave this thought. “No,” I finally answered. “Honestly, I feel like I shared something beautiful and sexy with my husband last night.. ‘Besides,’ he continued, still with his back to me, ‘You sound awfully dressed from here,’ With a resigned sigh I began to undo the buttons of my shirt, one at a time, trying to exaggerate the tiny sounds in a bid for his full attention. It was pointless. I pulled the shirt open, exposing my slim breasts in their white laced bra and the toned flat of my stomach. I shed the shirt and it fell to the floor completely soundlessly. I kicked off my sandals and undid the top button of my jeans, but. He'd told Keen the story he'd related when undercover as the courier was just something he made up for his cover. She saw right through that. Of course it was true. And here he was again, and all he had left in this world was his job.He'd poured himself a shot of whiskey within minutes of arriving home. He had wanted the whiskey to mask his thoughts, to try and keep his mind off everything - but it was failing miserably. He'd lost count of how many drinks he had consumed now, but knew he wasn't.