I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but I could not speak. I forcedmyself to calm down and steadied my breathing."Yes Mistress."Satisfied, my wife w...alked way. I didn't notice what she did with the key.But when she turned around, she was smiling gently."Pull you panties up. You look like a trollop."I reached down and gathered up my panties, pulling them up around mystocking clad legs and fitting them, up around my hips and bottom.Turning her back, she reached up under skirt of her wedding gown. "You are right. I did get stood up and I do enjoy the company." He smiled at me."Would you like to join me in my suite upstairs? The coffee is much better up there." I hesitated at first. Then I let go of my insecurities and went with my gut."I would love to!" I said after a brief moment. He smiled and took my hand and led me away from that table.I walked into the room, behind him. It was beautiful. Such decor. He led me to a small table and we had a small pot of tea. We talked. Small talk.. This story contains themes of Non-Consent. Please read at your own risk. This story is being released on a very rough first draft basis and will progress as such until I reach the conclusion. Once I've finished the general story line I fully intend to move back through the story and add more dialogue and more detail.)"I loved this world... but this world never once loved me... in the end, that's all there is too it."The smell of freshly cut grass melded beautifully with the smell of the pond. As Michael expected, Quince was watching his horses. He turned as Michael approached. "There you are, Doctor. I need you to do a little job for me." Of course, Mr Quince." Michael wondered what it was this time. Quince said he was as interested as Michael in unlocking all the secrets of the virus. However, Quince had made Michael produce 'samples' of the virus based on over twenty different people, most of whom Michael hadn't even met. Quince, or his lackey, Simonds, would bring a sample of.