So as much as he loved to fantasize about loving his wife, lover and better half of his soul, that was just not possible. “It’s your beauty.” He...commented out loud one time as they enjoyed the silence after their shared climaxes.“What about it?” She asked. They were alone in the bed after a tender ‘romp in the sack’ as Lindsay would call it, while Liza and she were on the bridge doing their daily duties.He leaned on his hand watching her eyes, mesmerized by this mature woman’s beauty “You are. I look over my shoulder and see Timmy and Sarah greeting their Mommies.You put me down, and Timmy comes over next to me as you and Maggie are checking us out. Timmy says quietly to me, “I was watching through the window what you and Sarah did. That was fantastic. We do all have to keep in touch.”I blush profusely at this statement but just nod and stammer that we should. Just the thought of someone watching Sarah and me. Damn, the juices and throbbing are starting again. And I still have. He did everything he promised. My whole body ached now. I couldn't cry anymore, Ihad no more tears. I bit down on what used to be my tongue. Janet then opened a bag and produced a package full of these large circularplastic rings. They were open at one end allowing Janet to pull the rings apartbut they then snapped together when she released them. She took the first oneand put it around my neck. When she released it the ring pressed on the neckrestricting my breathing a little. Again and again. “Is something wrong sir?” asked Seema. “Is it about how I behaved in the restaurant last week? I’m really sorry about that, it won’t happen again.”“Calm down,” said Mr. Singh, “have the coffee.”Seema sipped the coffee nervously without taking her eyes off him. Mr. Singh rummaged through his pockets and pulled out his phone. Then he looked around to check if anyone was watching and turned the screen towards her. Seema choked on her cup and nearly spat out the coffee. A video of her and Irfan.