I asked Emily to explore the concrete to find something, anything, that she could influence.“Seamus, there’s a sort of pipe passing through the co...crete.”“Very good. Do you know where it leads?”“No. I’m sorry, Seamus, I’m not very good at this.”“You’re doing brilliantly. You’re my star pupil,” I reassured her. “Can you influence the contents of the pipe?”Long moments later, “Yes! It’s a water pipe. I can make it squirt.”“Emily, I need to find out where the pipe is. That means I’ll have to leave. America’ follow on story and of course the Arnold S. ‘True Lies’ movie with it’s own almost strayed ‘loving wives’ sub-plot. Enjoy and please vote and comment. ************** What can I say? I’m a spy. Sort of. Well, it’s complicated. And my wife doesn’t know that and is about to leave me. I’m pretty sure she is cheating on me and it’s a done deal. He’s a billionaire and what’s that old line? ‘You had me at billionaire!’ my wife sub-vocalized, undoubtedly, the first time he showed any personal. .”“Laura, you didn’t see the videos. I did. It wasn’t a mistake.”“And you haven’t done any mistakes, ever, right?”Her voice was thick of sarcasm which I decided to ignore. I was about to snap at her but then I started to think my own actions during the last few years.“Laura, we both know that I’ve made more than my fair share of mistakes, but I’ve also paid for them.”“Do you think that Jennifer hasn’t, yet?”With those final words she turned and was out of my door, and I could breathe again.. XxxxxxxxxCarol really was something. Two years older than me, Spanish descent, fantastic all over tanned body, brilliant legs, a beautifully proportioned forty-three inch arse and a very sexy out-going persona. She told me one of her long-held fantasies was having a man with a huge cock, who would fuck her glorious arse from behind. She was a repeat client and the second time around she phoned one of her girlfriends, Pam, as we fucked to describe to her what we were doing. “He just told me he.