We’re depraved, aren’t we? We’re depraved and we love our depravity. It’s what gives us the feeling of being alive. But we’re not actually alive.

 

I’m addicted to you … which is something. Which gives life a little meaning …

 

How can I do this to my husband?: that’s what you’re thinking. But I like doing this to my husband. I feels right to be doing this to my husband.

My husband …

Why do you never call him by name?

Because he’s anonymous. Because he’s a force. Because he’s a collection of husband drives. (Laughter.)

 

Isn’t your husband about seventy?

But I need him – he-s – my – rock. He allows me to be who I am. My material support. My bringer of comforts. We have to live don’t you know. We have to have our houses. Our summer hols. And I have all that – through him.

We have shared friends. People we see. I told them all about you. They’re very intrigued. I said you were gay – I hope you don’t mind. Actually, I didn’t say you were gay, I just let them draw their own conclusions. Which were that you were gay. Which you might as well be. From their perspective. See you wouldn’t be normal, in my world. My business studies world.

 

I’ve actually been thinking about you all day. I’ve been thinking about your … fucking … cock …  You’d better be fucking hard.

 

Look at me – I’m blushing.

That’s an orgasm glow.

Do you think your husband will notice?

 

I want to get fucked. That’s what I’m here for. Know your place, fuck boy.