I'd fathered two sons on her and four years ago made her my primary training assistant when I'd pushed my last just a little too far. Though her hips ...ere wide and her full breasts beginning to sag I doubted I would ever have the heart to kill her. “Krista,” I addressed her. “What did your sisters say to you when you left the women's quarters?” Krista, like many of my girls, wasn't even restrained in my presence, and was clad in a white silk robe unfastened in front. Krista had done so many. “I love you, Arthur. Did you come? I could feel your cock jerking in my hand.”“Yeah. I think I had a wet dream. I’m sorry.”“Reality, Arthur. This was a wet reality. Don’t be sorry. We just had our first orgasm together. It was beautiful.” Her sweater had fallen back below her breasts as we kissed. She closed her legs slowly to give me time to withdraw my hand. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed with little soft pecks and slightly longer caresses of our lips as our heartrates. Still, I knew I had to be sensible. The risk of losing her too great, though I thought, somewhat painstakingly about bringing a young stud into our bedroom for real. Determined that it should not be someone we both knew. Yes, I know what your thinking. I was playing a dangerous game but I really wanted to make her happy. Telling myself that it was all for her. I waited until our anniversary to ask her and as an added incentive I bought her the most expensive necklace I could afford. I made an. Yes, I’m speaking of my boss here.Dr. Anne Thorpe. Despite her adulterous liaison with me, and despite not being a Sikh like us, she’s a caring, decent, wonderful human being. I can understand if you feel some skepticism, as she’s estranged from her own husband and has had an affair with a married man like me. She is more than her vices, trust me on that, as I am more than mine. We all are and I would maintain that, even if you had betrayed me in the same way that I did you.I will always regret.