Just because you love your wife's cooking doesn't mean you can't go out to eat every once in a while"."That's true" she said. Then she asked, "Have y...ou ever messed around with someone at the office?" Nope." I replied. "I don't think that would be very professional". She made an almost-pouty face. "I guess we can't hook up then" she said flirtingly. "It is your last day isn't it". I could give you the afternoon off.She smiled and looked away. We finished our dinner and walked out, close, our. Sam's knckiers. "I've come" she grinned "Dirty cow" I replied "(and me)"We staggered back to the bar at the end of the set, and I sprung for a bottle of champagne to share. We found a table then, and sat our juicy bmus down"Well that's the most fun I've ever had with my clothes on" said Samanfa We laughed uproariously, and with our eyes closed, then we heard a chair sc**** at close quarters. It was Luka, come to bask in our adulation. "Hi honey" Said Samanfa "drink?" "Too posh for me" , he. "Let me try something else, now that you've got it loosened up."He thrust the point of his dagger into the crack between the panels, working it up and down until he found the bar that held them closed. His eyes half closed, he poked and pried until at last the bar fell with a muted clatter."There you go." He stepped back with a proud grin. The panels swung back to reveal stairs that descended into darkness. His smile vanished as the sound of chanting floated up to them."Douse the torches!". This went on every year until I hit puberty then things changed and on Spanksgiving day she said that I was too big to go over her knees and that she was changing the game as she called it she told me to go into her bedroom and take off my clothes I was to get on my hands and knees on the end of her bed and of course there were mirrors so I could watch then she went to the closet and got out a thick leather belt I suspected that it had been my fathers and she lay a wicked lash across my bottom.