It helped that the kids were home and I promised myself I wouldn’t make a scene with them there. We had dinner as a family and I told them about my ...fake business trip and why it was so important. By the end of the night I almost felt like nothing had happened, then I looked at my wife and I was reminded of what I had seen earlier on my computer. Gwen and I headed to bed at the same time and when she came out of the bathroom she was wearing some very sexy lingerie. It was a black corset that. When she was within touching distance, Kira spoke again. "If you aren't feeling well, you don't have to have this date with me tonight. We can always reschedule." The man flashed another chilling grin, giving Kira the impression that he had no intentions of having this "date". "I'm feeling just fine..." The man said in an overly malicious voice. "... But you won't be." Before Kira had the time to respond, a sharp syringe was plummeting towards her at an alarming speed. There was no time for. He looked like drinking away all his paycheck as soon as he could. We got to the room, I opened the door and let him walk in.I thanked him and asked if I could offer him a drink. His eyes lit up again as I cracked open the Scotch and the coke bottles. Poured double in 2 glasses and handed him one. I also offered him the chance for the shower, if he wanted and assured him the water was at pleasant temperature. I told him that I had a few hours for any of my appointments. He took the offer and. Even when I was dropping my knickers for him to fuck me in the arse on top of another man, he always made me feel like a fucking Princess. ‘We got your resignation letter on Tuesday,’ he said. We? Who the fuck was ‘we’? ‘At first I thought … it was because … of what I had done.’ Arse-fuck, mate. It’s called an arse-fuck, or buggery is another good word for it. ‘Then I realised that you were leaving because Tony … harassed you.’ He spoke like he knew Tony. I felt fucking worried when I heard.