That was a real treat. He used to be home early during those day. We used to have real good fun. Friends, I regard foreplay as most important part of ...sex. He is indeed a master in this art. He used to have different tricks for different days.One day he would blindfold me. Then he would put on some soft erotic music. We would dance. While dancing he used to hold me close in his arms. Since I was blindfolded all I could do was to let him be the master. He would stop in between and kiss me all. Then I heard the front door open. 'Finally' I thought. Some company. I quietly made my way to the living room expecting to see mom and Bill. Instead I was greeted with the sounds of giggles and movement. I recognized that voice as Wendy, probably invited a boyfriend home, expecting it to be empty. I was supposed to still be at work, after all.I was right. As I turned the corner, I saw clothes on the floor. Christ, please don't be doing it on the green chair, that's where I sit.To the side of. .One fine day morning I received a text msg from a unknown number greeting “good morning have a nice day :)” I thought some of my friends would have sent the message., I continued the day in college.. Later that evening I received a msg “good evening, where are you dear ?” I come to a conclusion that some of our boys is making fun out me.. I didn’t reply to any one of the message.The same day night I again received a msg “good night sweet dreams:), are you there”I slept that day without. .. What do I call you?” I asked, as the car pulled out into traffic.“I wouldn’t bother, Sir. We are merely your escort. We’re with the Home Office departmental security unit.”“I see. There’s not much difference between an arrest and an escort, is there?”“I think you’ll find there is, Sir,” said the man to my right, and pulled a tie-rip from behind his watch strap. And then he grinned.“We escort senior civil servants to various classified locations. You can’t get in there without us. Right now.