“She wanted to go home.”“This is her home.” He said.“That’s what I told her.”“So why did she leave?”“You’ll have to ask her that...”Dave looked at Shannon.“I don’t like him.” She blurted.“How can you not like him? Hell, you don’t even know him you crazy cunt. Why don’t you like him?”“I just don’t.” she pouted.“Well he is your husband and this is your house. You live here NOW!”“Do I have to fuck him? She asked defiantly.“No, you don’t have to even touch him if you don’t want too and he won’t force. "You must train your men hard..." They are trained," Rhykov protested, "most of my men are experienced soldiers! Give us something to do and an enemy to fight!" Of course, Comrade Rhykov," Ovseenko smiled indulgently, "we are all aware of the excellence of your Division, equal, if I may say, to our fine Latvian comrades." There was a faint murmur of agreement, "but many of our soldiers," he continued, "have not had the benefit of your leadership and experience..." Rhykov sensed he was being. It was there, at the table, that her husband found her. She had been married to Tom for almost 20 years now. It seemed like yesterday that they had met. He was fresh out of college and had gotten a job at the company where she was working in the secretarial pool. It had been her first job out of high school as going to college was not a luxury either she or her parents could afford. Tom seemed older and smarter. When he asked her out, she did not hesitate when she answered yes. They had been. .I mean I don't think we should sleep together again but....I.....I.....I just can't stop thinking about those orgasms you gave me." She looked up at Richie as he stared back at her. "Do you want to do that part again?" She asked, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Richie looked back at her, his cock bouncing as she spoke."I thought you'd never ask," he said leaning forward, kissing her lips. Sophie fell backwards across the bed, the sheet falling away, revealing her breasts."I can't.