Letting the chain drop from her lips, the clamps clanking across the stool, onto the floor, another deep breath, closing her eyes, feeling the dampnes...s spreading across the inside of the mask from her welling eyes, she blinks, glances toward the timer at the lower corner of the screen, holds her pose for the remaining minute and an half.The cam clicking off, dropping her hands, cupping her aching breasts, the nipples too tender to massage, to even touch, she slips the mask off, wipes her eyes,. It was a trap- the whole marriage was a trap, and you, despite your ruthlessness, fell into it.You see, my wife, I am a professional soldier of fortune- a mercenary. I have friends and colleagues in my line of work, and they include all of your so-called girlfriends, all of whom secretly despise you, by the way. I picked those, too, to further encourage you to reveal your character.They knew exactly whom to "befriend", as I, one of their lovers, had directed them. The women are all ex-military. My wife was sleeping soundly and I could hear her snoring lightly. I reluctantly arose and headed for the bathroom in just my shorts and T-shirt thinking I'd probably freeze my ass off before I got back to bed.I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the bathroom door to find it was much warmer than the bedroom due to a small electric space heater placed there to keep the water from freezing in the exposed plumbing. I was taking a leak when the outside porch entrance door to the bathroom swung. I got correction and my eyes stuck there until I found she busted me staring at her boobs. Only then she gave me a naughty smile that brought courage for me. I placed my hands beneath her half pants on her thighs and she did not stop me. Then I kissed her and touched her boobs and pressed them until I suddenly remembered her mother in other room watching TV. Then I stopped. That day I left after regular tuition hours One day when I was in her house for tuition, I rang the door bell and noticed.