"You have a bitch working dispatch?"Sal grimaced. "Yeah. I wouldn't if I could avoid it. A bitch's place is in the brothel. Steve's been pressing me t... at least let him and Bert put her through discipline training..." Sure..." But she's a wiz at building radios from scratch, from vacuum tubes. I can't afford to have her bowels torn apart."Leon blinked and thought to himself, "How bizarre is this conversation going to get?" He cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, sure... Where do you get the. Shaking my head of any thoughts, I placed a large smile on my face when I heard her turn the lock. When the door opened, she took a quick glance at me, and then turned her back and moved back inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. Licking my top lip, I blinked and stared, ‘Okay…’ I stretched the word out, and then made my way inside. ‘This is for you,’ I said charmingly, waving the rose in my hand. She nodded and flopped on the couch. OK, this may prove to be a little harder than I. Years of promising to diet had always yielded to appetizing food. One day, Hayley had surprised me, and said, "You know, if you take me on another cruise to the Caribbean, I'll go topless on one of those French beaches." One of my biggest fantasies was to imagine myself lying in a lounge chair or a beach towel, perhaps 40 yards from the beach, and to watch my wife rise, topless and wearing a g-string bikini, and walk into the water to cool herself off. From the back, she would look practically. Waiting for them to be together. Now it was just the two of them and all of nature. Once her heartbeat slowed a bit, she sat up to undo his pants. She needed to feel the rest of him. She wanted to taste him. She pulled his shorts down and started to caress his hard cock. She reached behind to pull him closer and licked his head. She ran her nails over his butt and took in all of him. Thrusting her head into him to simulate what she really wanted. One hand reached between his thighs and rolled.