As quiet as possible, I went into the kitchen. On TV the images of the blindfolded woman could be seen. The sound of the TV was off, my wife was stari...ng fascinated at the screen with her dress pulled up, her hand between her legs and I could clearly hear the sopping sounds of the fingers coming and going in her dripping cunt.Her concentration was so great that she didn't hear me coming in. I stood in the shade of the kitchen and enjoyed the show that was offered to me. It wasn't long before her. She told me she needed some help with a school project and asked if I could meet her at a friend’s house after I got off work at 11 pm and would text me the address.Needless to say I agreed, went home and changed into some good clothes and headed to the address she gave me, which turned out to be a huge home in an exclusive neighborhood. Cassie’s Lexus was parked up in the driveway and I sent her a text when I pulled up. She responded to come around the side of the house to the patio in the. I’d hoped for a hot and horny realtor so I could tempt him into a sweeter deal, but I got Betty instead. She’s nearly forty also, but pretty and shapely enough, so I may take her on if I feel the need.Betty interrupted my reverie, “Let’s head out and I’ll fill you in on a few details. People say there are ghosts stuck at different stages. Some pass quickly into the light; some can’t pass until their obsession is handled; some choose to stay behind for psychotic reasons — the evil ones. The. He wasthat trigger.But he is not gay. He can never love me the way that I need to be lovedby him. He wants to please me. I am not just his boss. He wantssomething of all the skills that I have. The truth is that he will neverbe a great chef, but he could be a very good one. But I cannot tell himthat. I just cannot afford to lose him. I can never blurt out the way Ifeel. He would leave in terror.Until he came into my kitchen my life was so normal, but now it is inpieces. There is that.