And now, here we were, contradicting all agreements, taking risks, excited.All because of a simple flirty chat that had started innocently enough. Fr...ed and Cat were Facebook friends, a small denunciation of our vow of anonymity. He had posted a picture of a tunnel he often rode through on his bike rides through the glorious Cotswolds’ countryside. It was obvious to any observer that it resembled a woman languorously lying with her legs wide open and he asked the easily defended question of. And with that she left.Maybe she was right, maybe Mike just overstepped the line of being teasing and all she was doing was embarrassing him.I returned to the kitchen and picked up the cups and took them to the sink to wash. Suddenly I felt Mike behind me, he put his hands around my hips and pulled me close. I could feel his hardness press between my butt cheeks, god he was hard, it felt like he had an iron rod in his pants.He kissed my neck hard and I moved to face him but he held me tight. " I said abruptly."Sara? What about Sara?" "I asked her to the Valentine's event at the night club. I'd already bought the tickets. She turned me down and laughed at me." You ought to have expected that from Sara," Marjorie said. "She's been a first class bitch as long as we've known her. Did she give any reason?"I was surprised by Marjorie's statement. She didn't usually call anyone a bitch."Reason? More like reasons. I'm boring, staid, conventional, inexperienced, pathetic, ridiculous...". It would be beneath the wife to worry about the concubine’s feelings. The wife stood up and walked to a cupboard. She made a show of opening a drawer and taking out the bamboo cane within. She walked back to the concubine and gave her order. ?I will now check on the cleanliness of the house. If I find any dirt, punishments will be issued.??Yes mistress??You may crawl behind me as I inspection the house.??Yes mistress?The cane struck the concubine immediately. The strike hit the concubine on the.