He would from time to time stroke my hair, my neck, shoulders and arms. His fingers would slowly stroke my nipples and his hands would pause to cup my... breasts, occasionally giving them a squeeze or a pinch. As time went on his cupping, patting and caressing seemed to get more intense. The pats became little swats, the handling of my breast turning from mere cupping to more violent squeezing and twisting, the soft gentle caresses were not pinches. He never spoke a word during this time and only. It was a text from Adrian.The text read: I have a pool, so wear a (bikini emoji) if you want to (splash emoji).Briana replied: I would (heart emoji) to (splash emoji) at your house, but you better have some good (chocolate bar emoji) cause that’s the only way I’ll (splash emoji).They spent the next few hours texting back and forth, each message kinkier than the last. She was still up texting Adrian when her husband stumbled in drunk. Smelling of booze and other women, he yelled and threw a. The suite was split into two, a living area and a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom. The bathroom housed a beautiful circular stone bath in the middle with stunning marble sinks to the side. I left the bath and had a quick shower before my luggage would arrive, I hoped that it would be in my room by the time I had finished as speaking to people right now was low on my priority list.Suddenly there was a knock on the door, I shouted from the bathroom to come in but heard nothing. I turned the. It must be that Ed's lawyer had contacted Kitty and she would need to see him. I was looking forward to see how she was going to handle all these problems that were facing her.I looked in on her sleeping. She was on her back snoring with her mouth wide open. I positioned her on her side to be more comfortable. The bathroom was across from the bedroom so I left that door open with the night-light on. I closed my door and went to sleep.I was up at my usual 5 o'clock time to feed my rabbits. I.