Now, you understand.She nodded.Here?No, it's on the vine floor.it's just with my foot, isn't it?Are you sure no one will come?No one will come, be sur....I'll lock the door.She nodded..Now?Please.But only with my foot, okay?. Please, don't go too far.I stared at her foot again.No, don't worry. Only your foot.How, where?I went to the door and locked it slowly and secretly.Nobody noticed that I locked the door.Go upstairs if you want.She showed the stairs with hand and asked.Here?Yes.( I was. She said – “Come on its time”. I invited her into my apartment and pulled up a hoodie and we started climbing the stairs down.On the way I asked her what she does? She said she worked in another IT firm as a Project Manager and is expecting a promotion.In normal talks she revealed that she has been married for about 2 years, her in-laws stay in States and that her husband has just a week ago gone to serve the next 6 months at sea. She has no complaints about the work his husband does and that. "My head was spinning and I ran out to my car. I didn't know what to do orwhere to go so I called Clint and asked if I could stop by. He told me tocome on over.When he opened the door I collapsed in his arms sobbing. He helped me overto the couch and went into the kitchen returning with tissues and anotherstiff drink. I cried as I related my experience at home while he stroked myhead on his lap."Is that really a problem or something you want down deep? As sissy and acuckhold for your dominatrix. Thank you for sending me to my husband happy, hope not to see you again for another 82 years. Vera xxx. What was the surprise? Well, let’s just say the word ‘surprise’ doesn’t even cover it. This woman had spent the last eighty years of her life creating a pretty impressive, if far from vast, wealth. She owned the Presidential Suite I’d just spent the last few nights in with her because the entire hotel was hers. Also hers were two cars — the limo and an old Ferrari — a rundown home ten.