She looked at me apologetically. “You don’t have a clue what I am talking about do you?” Her infectious laugh and cute smile made me reciprocate... as I shook my head. “I wouldn’t have the foggiest. But I do get the impression you have something planned. Would it be something that you were going to deliver after your holiday, which you are now rushing to try and deliver today?” “Very perceptive,” she said with a cute, shy look. “Hand caught in the cookie jar.” I thought looking at her expression.. " WHAT!" He sprang up in bed. "What? I mean, how? Who? Did they hurt you? Are you all right? Shana?"His wife was breathing regularly, fast asleep, a slight smile on her face.After a moment Cromwell turned off the lamp. He stared into the darkness, perplexed. This had been one strange day. He lay down and his wife schoonched against him for the first time in years.Cromwell was having a dream. It was a pleasant, erotic dream. It had something to do with a beautiful secretary seducing him. His. Maybe what happened was even better than shooting the fucker though. Well, regrets are good I've been told, it means you're alive to have them."Not this time," I said slowly. "Now. Let. Her. Go." And you'll be making me little man?" he chuckled. Yah, he was a big boy just like all the other Geallaigh men but that meant even less to me than his crack about "little man." Yes, I will," I said evenly. Eimile said I smiled right then but it wasn't a nice smile. More like a smile a wolf makes right. “Sure, baby, why not” I answered really amused…We came back to our room and she got laid on the bed in a sexy pose.I tied her wrists loosely but firm to the bed poles, then her ankles to the bottom ends; she was laid there in her sexy cat suit, her thighs wide open, then I slipped a black velvet handkerchief on her beautiful eyes…I said “Do not miss me, babe, I am coming back soon”As I made my way out of the door I walked back and licked her clit through the fabric, making her moan as a wild.