’ ‘What do you do?’ ‘I am a fireman at the No. 49 Firehouse.’ He said, and right away I was more than intrigued. Out of all men, I love thos...e in uniform, cops and firemen are near the top of my list. Looking him up and down, I should’ve made some kind of assumption that he got that sexy, bulky body doing some kind of heavy work. That’s not something you just get at the gym…I suddenly caught myself picturing him lifting me into his arms and lying me onto a bed somewhere… ‘Fireman? Well, you are. This time I had watched as my husband had fucked another woman, confidently and effectively.He had looked handsome and capable as he did it; like the man I loved but much more so. I no longer felt I knew him as well as I had before. To my surprise and horror, and despite the outrageous hypocrisy of it all, I felt intensely jealous.“Feeling better now?” Pete asked as he brought me a cup of lukewarm tea.“Tired and sore,” I replied.He perched on the edge of the mattress. There was a long silence. I could see her beginning to get aroused as I continued to probe and play. After I had gotten her a little bit stimulated I told her to rinse off and I would finish washing her. She did and when she turned back to me I took the soap and dropped to my knees so I could wash her legs. I soaped up each leg and then set the soap aside and began slowly running my hands up and down her smooth and shapely legs working up a lather. I would deliberately slip up between her legs now and then and slide. She regarded Cassie with the same bored, condescending look that she'd already been wearing. "Are you trying to threaten me?" she asked coolly."Threaten?" Cassie echoed. "No. No, of course not. I just thought that you might be curious as to where we stand."Andrea smirked again. "Where we stand? I'll tell you where we stand," she drawled. "Those tapes don't mean shit to me. You can show them to whoever you want – I really don't care. Actually, some of them I'm rather proud of ... But the thing.