I resolved not to beg if he asked for a divorce but knew, I would with tears.At last, he looked up from his cup and asked."Would it be okay if I quit ...my job? Not quit work, my job. I want to start my own business, our business. I know business is bad now but that's the best time to start. What do you think?"Relief swept me. My secret puppet shadow hopped back into her hole. I couldn't suppress the open smile which revealed my happiness. I didn't want him to think I was ridiculing his quitting. My parting shot was a nice anal fuck up her tight ass. How she squealed at that! I left her spent, crying, and in a state of confusion by the time I had left. She was going to have some explaining to do when her husband came home, to find his wife lying naked and sweaty on their bed, a trail of my cum running from the crack of her ass up to her shoulders.Of course, I made sure the details would be foggy in her mind. I left just before her husband got home in a taxi, no doubt wondering why. While I did this she smiled and wiggled her toes while in her sandals. My cock began to get hard from this while in my jeans which were just under her ankles. She said while I massaged her feet through her sandals, "you really like this don't you?" I said I did. She then said I could take her sandals off if I wanted. I took her sandals off which revealed a pair of perfect size 7 Latina feet. Her feet were so soft, a little wide, with perfect soles and those hot tapered toes. I massaged her. The night had only just begun, and her nightmare was just beginning. * Josh opened his front door, the bags of food in his hand. Walking in, he heard the sounds of Katrina in the bathroom, and going on into the kitchen he started to unpack the food. Whilst he was out, he had made a quick check of the area, looking for those two thugs, but hadn’t seen them. Making sure the garage door was closed and the car well hidden, he had then walked down to the all night store, buying some well needed.