What bothered me was that she'd decided to conceal that part of her life from me. It was clear that she didn't trust me. I thought she loved me, but i... she loved me why not share her desires and fantasies with me. Maybe I wasn't an adequate sex partner for her. Maybe to her I really was an old stick in the mud engineer, but if she believed that, why did she marry me?" Remembering that I was leaving for California in the morning, I pulled myself together. I had work to do. I didn't have time to. I was terrified of the damage sex with another man could do to our lives. More than anything I was horror-struck at the thought loosing Paul, loosing our marriage. No, this isn't right, I'm getting out of here. I was framing what to say, how to apologise and excuse myself when he stepped a little closer, reached and took hold of my other hand and looked deeply into my eyes, his face was so close to mine I could feel his breath and smell his masculinity. I was trembling with fear, my. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as suddenly it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too cold to do or say anything.Slowly my wife took off her saree and her petticoat which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her small blouse and her big breasts swung freely. With all the cold, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small dark brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one hand. They stepped through it and down a stairwell to an old stone basement under the cell block. Ava asked, "Where are we going?" Officer Andrews replied sharply "Shut up." and walked down the hall, Ava following behind. When they got to the end of the hall there was a door. Unlike the other's in the prison, this one did not buzz open. As Officer Andrews dug through her keys Ava could hear voices in the room on the other side, something like "Yes Goddess..." Officer Andrews opened the door and said,.