My hands trembling, I turned the TV on, changing it to a 24-hours news channel and opened my laptop.I checked my mail, browsed the news sites, humor s...tes, and anything else that would keep my mind off what I had just heard. I looked out the window from my chair, the pitch dark night giving me second thoughts about moving out to the country.As the night wore on and changed to early morning, my nerves calmed down and I realized I it was probably my imagination. At least, I tried to convince. I nodded and put a spoonful of rice into my mouth as an answer. I sat back after picking up my beer “It’s not easy meeting an ex-wife - and you are so young, Ping, you couldn’t know such feelings; memories of being together come easily when it was someone you have loved, and I did love her, very much. And now there is Yen, grown up, and I love her differently to the daughter she was in our past. And there is you, Ping; and I love you, but in another way; ‘Love’ has different expressions, Ping,. " "I hope not. Do you understand your instructions for tonight?" "Yes I do, sir." "Good girl; now start preparing. You have an hour." I arrived at the house at exactly 7:30 as I had said. I rang the doorbell and she quickly opened it, wearing a dressing gown. She then walked away and down the stairs. I knew I had her. I quickly followed her lead down the stairs and into the cellar. I was greeted by her wearing exactly what I had ordered. Her red bra pushed her small, but round boobs up and her. "Taya obeys. Staring into her man's hungry eyes, she rubs in circles. She remains still until her knees buckle and her hips quake. "Uhhhhh..." she gasps as she gushes. "Ohhhh...." Good girl, Taya. Now I want you to crawl to the other room," Dave says."The play room, sir?" she asks eagerly. "Not tonight, baby. Tonight I want you to crawl to the master bedroom."Taya pouts but she does as she's told. Dave grabs a large handful of her hair and leads her into the next den of sex, careful not to hurt.