She steadied herself, calling on every bit of nerve that she could muster. Knowing that the best defense was a good offense she responded with as much...force as she could, "You were spying on me?"Chris laughed. It wasn't a humorous laugh. "You're bitching about me spying on you when you were fucking some stranger?" Don't you use that language around me young man," she said angrily, placing her hands on her hips. However, inside she was melting. Her stomach was tied up in a knot and she found it. . . I . . . Wait. Let me talk, I said. Not sparing myself anything Id done to help create this mess, I recalled everything Id seen and how Id jerked off to it, telling her everything. Once the floodgates were open, I had to get it all out. I ended by telling her how much I loved her and stressed our need to be completely honest with each other in everything. I also told her how angry and jealous itd made me feel. I heard a soft sob in her throat as she said, Oh Pat, Im so sorry. Ill never do. Hubby will be back from his dreary sport shortly. Gotta run."See you again?" says one of them , fingers crossed I imagine. I walk away, then turn back. "Will you be here tomorrow? Same time?" Stupid question I know, and the answer, well I don't have to tell you that. They were renting a caravan, as we say, or a trailer, as you might say, for their fortnightly stay in the summer sun. A mere ten minutes by car up the coastal road. So, this is it. The very next day I'm the back seat of their auto,. I knew in which hotel she would stay and in which room. I sent her the first instructions in the morning before her first day in the conference. That would be the day, when she would give her presentation to a 200 head audience. I gave her two rules: 1. She must dress as slutty as she would dare. 2. Only three pieces of clothing was allowed, including shoes which counted for one. Even though we were texting, i sensed that she was panicking a bit. She's very good at what she's doing, and.