I was sitting in the den having a Martini.“What’s for supper?” He asked me, obviously oblivious to my sour mood.“I’ve been working in the ya...d all day while you were out playing. I’m having a drink now. Is that okay?”He stopped in his tracks and held up his hands in surrender, “Whoa! What’s got your panties in a wad? I just asked what’s for supper.”“I’m not hungry. You know where the kitchen is, don’t you?”My husband had never learned not to push me when I was in a bad mood. He walked over to. Nor had I seen any of the vulgar behavior that came with Myriam's sex-crazed alter ego. Oh yes, she had gone wild today, fucking Erica. She had come more extravagantly than she had ever with me. And she had readily done things Myriam would not ever have dreamed of. She certainly had acted as Enthwistle's submissive sexpot.But she had been Myriam all the time. She had been soft, gentle, even subtle in her outrageous actions. The way she had dressed (when she was dressed) had been tasteful, even. And if Lilly's still here when I get home on Monday morning, that would be even better.”“What do you say, Lilly? Will you have dinner with me on Friday night, then come back here to have your brains fucked out?”“That's the best offer I've had in about a year. Where are you taking me for dinner?”“We can go anywhere you like. My favourite is Catalina, which is a restaurant built on piles over the waters of Rose Bay. The food's excellent and so is the view across the harbour. What do you. For sure I was interested in fucking her, this little whore in hijab! And barely a quarter of an hour later, we were at her home drinking tea... Very quickly, I decided to kiss her and noticed that her body was burning with desire. I held her against the living room wall and stuffed my tongue in the back of her mouth. Hmmm! After some minutes, she told me to rejoin her shortly on the top floor. I was so excitet that i used to take the opportunity to undress and rub my dick like a demented..