" The RQNRHRMB?" That's right." I thought I was bad at names," I told him.He gestured at the men."You, throw this stupid fool into the RQNRHRMB." The ...hat boss?" The man asked."The bloody hot bath for short." The SB into the BHF? Right Sir!" No that's wrong. It should be throw the SF into the BHB. Oh sod it! Just throw him in the whatsit and let's all go for a beer. Life's too short," said Nasty.I sympathise with him just a little. Competent evil henchmen aren't easy to find. They both swing me. Standing carefully I gathered you in my arms and gently laid you on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace.I softly kissed you, on your forehead. Without warning, your bathrobe fell open. Your soft, but pert bare breast brushed against my arm. My left hand slid up your stomach, cupped your B-cup breasts. You opened your eyes and looked at me. "What are you doing?" you exclaimed."Hush, darling," I said. "I want to find you again. I need to rediscover those times long past we seem to have. There was no instruction on the packet, not even where they were made. He hoped that they would do just what he had been told, he certainly didn't want any harm to come to his wife, he only wanted her to become sexually active. Each evening he crushed up a tablet and inserted it into one of the vegetables and waited. Day after day passed, there was no change in his wives daily sheet of activities, there was no sudden interest in him, it was as though nothing happened and he did begin to wonder. .. going to... going... to…" And with that, my orgasm burst forth gloriously. My orgasm flowed and oozed, oozed and flowed. Not powerfully, but steadily, ceaselessly, out of me and onto his wonderfully skilled tongue. “Now,” I said. “Now. Lick my clit... now!” Dave slid his tongue onto my clit, while the hood helpfully rolled itself back for him. He kissed, he flicked, he licked, and he nibbled. I clasped Dave’s wrist and placed his curled finger back on to my g-spot, which was still trembling.