My Only Talent Ch. 44

"Sorry to wake you. Hopefully, it was nothing, just a pregnancy hormone storm or something. Go back to sleep."

I almost had when the phone rang again, about 40 minutes later. It was Nora, again. "I just got the feeling that although it was sad, it's okay now. I just wanted you to know. Goodnight again."

I will never understand women.

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Friday morning, as I was walking between my first and second class, and my phone rang. It was my mother. She never called me on the phone. My anxiety level soared.

"Robbie?"

"Hi mom. Are you and Dad okay?"

"Yes, honey we are just fine. But I need to tell you that Eldie had a little stroke last night about midnight and she died about 40 minutes later. Your dad and I just finished burying her under the garden near the little lake, right on her favorite look out spot."

Eldie's breed was basically a herding dog, and if she didn't have a flock to watch she would herd us or the other dogs, and then do overwatch from a good vantage point. When we moved to the new house, she quickly found a great spot near the pond, where she could see almost our whole property, and see anyone approaching from either direction on the road.

Suddenly I had to stop and wipe my eyes. I sat on a bench near the "Monochrome" canoes sculpture up in the air at 24^th and Speedway. I smiled through my tears. Eldie would have barked at the incongruity of this thing, but I thought it was somehow beautiful. Every time I walked past it from now on, I would think about Eldie.

"Mom, I hope you didn't hurt yourselves digging."

"No, dear, we used the little Kubota. Eldie liked to bark at it when I got it out. Take care of yourself."

I called Nora to let her know what she had sensed last night. She cried a little, too. I love her.

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Ashley Armstrong was worried. Pepe' Flores wanted a serious relationship, something that she had never really considered with anybody in her life. He scared her. Not because he was a cartel assassin, but because he really liked her, and she liked him back. Maybe too much. Touching him triggered things she had never felt before.

She was also sure she was just about to get fired from her on the air job, and she almost wanted it to go ahead and happen. She called Binky Bleriot to see if she knew about another spot on a newscast somewhere, but Binky was not returning her calls. Now Jay Kincaid wanted a meeting, probably to look her right in the eye and tell her that now that he had won his election, he was going to ruin her life for trying to ruin his.

Jay was still going to classes in Austin, which was still her beat, so she agreed to meet him at Hoover's Cooking on Manor Road for lunch. They both ordered the Jamaican Jerk Chicken. The food was good, but Ashley's stomach was unsettled.

Jay looked uncomfortable, not angry. She could not decide what he wanted. He wasn't sure he could either.

"Ashley, I know we have had our differences in the past, but ..."

She interrupted him. "Jay, I dug into you and followed you for weeks and the worst thing you did was take time out for a little semi-kinky role-playing sex with your wife, of all people. If I had followed your opponent, I think I would have seen something worse than that. You are too conservative, but I think you are honest."

He looked surprised but intrigued. "Can you define 'too conservative'? About what specific issues?"

Now she looked surprised. The discussion went on far longer than it took them to finish their chicken, and through several refills of their iced tea. Most of her problems with Jay seemed be positions other people said he had taken; not stuff he had really said. They found agreement on a lot of things that surprised them both. All their disagreements were about future national and federal issues -- nothing that would come up the in the state legislature at all.

She was flabbergasted when he asked if she would be interested in the Comms job, but she recovered quickly and laid out what she would do to get good press and press relations. She clearly had a national scope and understood his trajectory for higher office. He was impressed with her ideas. He finally offered her the job and she took it, surprising herself and him.

But then he got a fierce look on his face, that scared her. "You will have to sign the mother of all non-disclosure agreements, and I'll be working closely with you on everything. I will give you my trust and lots of latitude to do your job. But if you screw me, and especially if you break Pepe's heart, I will ruin you!"

She could not speak for a moment, then she said, "Pepe'! What exactly do you think is going on with us?"

He shook his head. "I have known Pepe all my life. We grew up together on the ranch. His dad and my dad grew up together too. I can read him like a book. He is in love with you! Hell, he even said it out loud! He has never even talked about another girl before."

She was shaken. Pepe' told her he wanted her for a "hot girlfriend" but not that he loved her. She needed to have a talk with Pepe'.

She also needed to call Binky Bleriot. If Ashley offered her an interview with Jay, she would jump on it like a duck on a June bug. That was one of the Texas idioms that Ashley needed to start using. Most of the other reporters she knew would line up for interviews too. But first, she had to lay out the messaging she wanted to build into the interviews and get a couple of interns to 'mingle' with the press.

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Friday night Chrissy and I went out to the condo at Horseshoe Bay. We kept it simple -- picked up a pizza at J's. After I had carried all our stuff up and we ate and then I took out the garbage, we watched a movie on Netflix. Chrissy told me all about her day and flirted with me wonderfully, and then in a seductive voice said, "Let's find another movie."

I went back to the Netflix opening screen, but she put her foot on my crotch playfully and said, "Not Netflix! Play one of those DVD's.

I looked at the shelf. The DVDs had been rearranged since the last time I was here and hid some of them. As I reached for them, she added "Just pick the first one you see and put it on, Robbie."

I suspected she had pre-selected one. But maybe that was a good substitute for reading her Suzie signals, which I could not do right now. The clothes and hairdos on the partly dressed people on the cover looked like the 1980s, which made sense since that was in Kevin's opinion the 'sweet spot' period when some of the hottest porn DVDs were made. Maybe I should unhide Kevin's "White Trash Slut/Black Bitch in Heat". As I approached the player, I noticed that the woman featured on the cover looked a lot like Chrissy. She had a tight little ass and dirty blond hair. Maybe I could get into this movie.

The title was "A Surprise for My Wife". The video quality and lighting were actually fairly good, Kevin must have liked this one. Apparently, Chrissy did too. I wonder how much of it she had watched and when?

The opening scene showed a dark haired and handsome Euro looking guy in a nice suit sitting down to dinner with the blonde, who we presumed was his wife. There was much laughing, mugging over how good the food was, and a few smoky looks and pregnant pauses. They shared a glass of wine and a dessert and then cleared the table. The husband brought out two gift wrapped packages and set them on the dining table in front of her. The wife tossed down the rest of her wine and opened the first box to find a pair of fur covered hand cuffs attached to black rope. Her eyes got wide as her husband said, "We will put those on you after you open the other package."

She slowly opened the other package to find what looked like huge diamond ring, except it was not designed to fit over a finger, but rather into an opening, so the diamond side would face out. It had the same form factor as Lara's Bluetooth active butt plug, but it was a passive and bejeweled version. Chrissy drew in a big breath.

The husband fastened the handcuffs onto the wife's hands, and then picked up the rope and wrapped it around his fist, clearly indicating he was now in control. Chrissy sucked in another big breath.

He turned the butt plug around and touched the non-jeweled end to her lips. "Take this into your mouth! Suck on it and get it nice and warm!" he commanded. She complied and then her nostrils flared as she began breathing faster though her nose. She sucked on the butt plug nervously like it was a big pacifier and she was a hungry baby!

This movie was not bad!

He walked her over to the middle of the dining room, near a tall set of drapes drawn in front of a wide set of floor-to-ceiling windows. He tossed the end of the black rope over the top curtain rod and pulled the rope until her hands were raised up over her head. He positioned her facing the window, and then pulled the rope tight, lifting her up to be stretched out and completely helpless up against the wall. Her feet just touched the floor. He tied the rope to one of the legs of the massive dining table.

He quickly removed all her clothes, tossing them onto the dining room table, and then moved one of the chairs just behind her. He roughly cupped her breasts and ass, then tenderly kissed her shoulders and back. She started breathing even faster. He sat at in the chair and began to spread her butt cheeks, kissing then tenderly. Chrissy snorted.

Her husband clearly had her worked up. She spread her legs a bit and pushed against the wall and groaned. Chrissy made the same noise.

The husband stood and walked over to the side of the windows and touched a switch on the wall. The drapes slowly opened all the way. The woman was startled and moved back a few inches, but then realized she had nowhere to go except up against the big window. She shuddered as the cold glass was pressed against her breasts and thighs. Her nipples looked like hard little plums against the glass, and they quivered along with the rest of her shivering body.

I was inspired. I put my arm around Chrissy's shoulders and started the old high school breast touch move. She groaned again.

The man held his hand up to the woman's face and snapped his fingers. "Give me the jewel!" he commanded.

Her mouth opened in surprise and he grabbed the big diamond faced shape, held it in one hand, and then sat down in the chair behind her, and began to kiss and caress her ass. He moved down and then pushed chair away and got on his knees behind her, now obviously tonguing her ass deeply. Her head shook from side to side and she made a lot of noise. I touched Chrissy's nipples and they were as hard as little rocks.

The camera moved in for an over the shoulder view about a foot away from her ass. I tried to think like Kevin would, and realized the cameraman had to be under the dining table to get that shot. The husband reached around and put his left hand around the blonde's left thigh to finger her pussy and held the diamond butt plug in his right hand, continuing to tongue her ass excitedly.

After a few more moments, he spread her ass checks with the left hand, and used his right hand to press the butt plug home into her. She cried out sharply and then made a grunting noise like she was in labor, and then we saw the butt plug now shining in the light and firmly inserted in her ass. The woman took a huge breath like she had just delivered a baby and then began mouth breathing loudly, and so did Chrissy. The camera view switched to one from just outside the window, and we saw her breasts rise and fall against the glass, with the nipples tracing out little circles as her body writhed, hung up by the handcuffs.

The husband then moved the chair back behind her, and then walked back over to the switches on the wall to the right of the window. He pushed a switch and all the lights on the patio outside went out. He pushed another and all the lights inside the room came up full, including some right above the woman and aimed down towards her. She was now starkly highlighted and totally visible to anyone outside.

The husband sat back down in the chair and used one finger to tap the face of the diamond plug. She made a funny sound with each tap. He tapped a little harder and a little faster, and then woman made a little nose with each tap, like "ooh, ooh, ooooh." He did five taps and she made five noises, then sighed. Six taps, six noises, sigh. Her thighs tensed up before each sequence, and then she sank down a little when she sighed.

Then he spoke to her. "You look so beautiful in that window darling, like some erotic sculpture to be viewed and enjoyed."

He went to a cabinet near the window and pulled out a cigar and a lighter. He opened the sliding glass door beside the window and carried the chair out, setting it up just outside the windows. He almost disappeared because the light was so dim outside and so bright inside. She babbled, "Where are you going? What are you doing?"

Then the lighter flared and we saw his face and body illuminated by the flame as he lit the cigar and puffed on it. He crossed his legs and sat back in the chair, like he was settling down to watch a football game through the window. There was only the occasional orange glow as he drew on the cigar. She called his name, but he made no response other than to smile at her.

The camera moved around, viewing her from several angles as her breasts and hard nipples rose and fell against the cool glass. She finally was still, wondering what would happen next. Then she heard a noise behind her. She drew in a sharp breath. So did Chrissy.

Another man walked into the dining room. He was very short, but muscular, almost like a gymnast. He had on a light grey suit with a white shirt and blue tie. He stood behind the blonde and began kissing her shoulders. She was frantic, she tried to move away, she looked out at her husband, but he just smiled at her, and took another puff of his cigar. She froze.

The short man continued to kiss her shoulders and neck and began to caress her breasts. She began to groan but remained still, resisting the feelings. She stared at her husband, and he just smiled. Then her eyes widened, and she smiled back craftily and closed her eyes, and obviously began to enjoy the man's touch. "Oh fuck!" Chrissy said.

That is what I thought was about to happen too.

Soon the man was reaching between her legs and clearly caressing her now obviously wet pussy. She swayed her hips in response to his touch. He left the room for a minute and returned with two thick cushions from a couch somewhere. He put the cushions between her legs and then turned and slid under her like a mechanic on one of those little roller carts to work on the undercarriage of a car. He began gently licking her, barely moving his head. She began moving too, a lot. His motions increased, until he was obviously plunging his tongue into her and she was moving her hips in a circle and practically fucking his mouth. Suddenly we got a closeup as he relaxed for a minute and she squirted clear fluid on his face. Chrissy murmured, "Oh my."

He stood up and stripped out of his suit, moving out of our view as he did. He returned standing next to her with an erect penis that seemed large on his compact body. He rolled on an incongruously bright green condom and moved in behind her, bent his knees and then plunged into her in one strong stroke. She screamed. So did Chrissy.

He began driving the big green dick up into her pussy mercilessly. She began to grunt in unison with each thrust. The new guy was a machine, pile driving into her. Suddenly she had a showy, loud orgasm. We saw her husband smile.

The man stopped for a full minute. She looked at her husband wide eyed again. Then the man started plunging into her once more, perhaps even deeper, and harder. He was almost bouncing up on his tiptoes as she surged up into her. Twenty, thirty, forty times he penetrated her, then she shook in another big orgasm. He stopped and she tried to catch her breath. He didn't even seem to be winded. She smiled wickedly at her husband again. He looked curiously at her, tilting his head a little.

The camera moved in for another closeup. The new guy pulled his cock with the big green condom out of her pussy with a plopping sound and kissed her shoulders again. Her breathing slowed down close to normal. He then reached down and grabbed the big diamond, twirling it around in his fingers and then gradually pulling it out of her, making another loud plopping sound when it finally broke free. She screamed. He put the butt plug in his mouth. Chrissy grabbed my arm hard and did not let go. She had just guessed what was going to happen next.

The new guy dipped his hips even lower and held himself at a different angle and we saw a closeup in the big green condom covered cock pushed up against her tight little ass. He moved slowly, deliberately into her, pausing to let her stretch a little. He stopped about halfway in, then pulled slowly out. Then he started back in. With each motion he went a little further into her and stayed in a little longer. Damn this was a fine DVD!

Soon he was giving it all to her, and she was bouncing up and down and screaming in delight. Once again, he was a machine. He must have kept it up for hundred strokes, then she came in one giant heaving orgasm and went limp, sobbing and hanging with the handcuffs supporting her entire weight. He lowered his hips a little and continued pumping until he obviously finished deep in her ass.

He stepped back, took off the condom, and calmly put his clothes back on. He gave her a little kiss on each check, and took the butt plug out of his mouth and put it on the dining table. Then he calmly walked out.

She stood up on her legs again and looked sheepishly at her husband. He winked at her and stubbed out his cigar and stood up. The camera pulled back and the focused on the butt plug sitting on the dining table next to her panties. The credits rolled.

Chrissy let out a big breath that I didn't realize she was holding. I took her hands in mine. "I don't have a butt plug, Chrissy, but I have a strong tongue and some bungee cords in the trunk. I think we can use the iron banister on the stairs instead of a curtain rod."

I could smell her wetness blooming. "Okay!" she said.

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Saturday night I hung out at the UDP house. Cisco and Mei Ling came for dinner, proudly showing me his job offer from Cisco Systems to work in their new security group forming in Austin. What we had kidded him about had now come true. Mei Ling had an offer, also in Austin, from an internet fashion startup, and they were both overjoyed.

Some of the freshman new members asked me questions about the "Addicted to Austin" party they had heard stories about. Most of the stories were exaggerations, but I told them what I knew. One of the new UDP pledges had brought his high school girlfriend who had pledged KKG, and she looked the strawberry blonde cheerleader rich girl part, but certainly had a woke mindset. She began to question my recollections.

"I can't believe all those sorority girls would actually dance nude like that! That is paternalistic and exploitative. KKG pledges would never do something like that!"

I smiled and so did Mei Ling. KKG was one of the houses that had the "bow blow" tradition I had heard about during finals last semester, but apparently this pledge had not been introduced to that oral rite of passage yet.

Mei Ling spoke first. "Maybe they did it because it got them hot? That's why I did it!"

The blonde girl, "Sally Christine" something from San Antonio, was aghast. "How could you do that? What if somebody recognized you?"

Her facial expression changed. I couldn't read her Suzie, but I was willing to bet that the thought of being nude in front a lot of other people got her motor running.