"Why?" He asked. I kept silent until I mustered the courage to say, "This isn't right. We have to stop this, whatever this is. You're married."We stoo... there for few seconds, frozen. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He hugged me so tight and apologised again. I turned to look at him and apologised, too. And then I kissed him.I kissed him passionately and didn't care if he's a married man. I missed him, too. All those suppressed feelings came out and the next thing I knew, he was pinning me on the. ‘Take him upstairs to the doctor!’ Dmitri shouted to the men as they rushed passed him, ripping open the passenger door before pulling Mikhail’s unconscious body out with urgent care. He could only watch as the group of foot soldiers carefully carried Mikhail between them, rushing up the stairs and through the entranceway of the old warehouse. It was then, with his Boss disappearing into the building, that he turned his attention to the girl, the girl they all talked about and discussed behind. It matters not who is present or how many surround us. This is the story of us and why I am his...My husband does what I call “flexing”. He laughs when I use this term. In general, it is that look of restraint he gets right before he is about to pulverize someone either mentally or physically. But that’s not what it means when his focus is on me. It too is a form of restraint. But, this form of restraint makes me weak and my pussy salivate.Of course, he is oblivious to this fact. He doesn’t see. “Congratulations!” I said, hugging Andrea and Richard all over again. Not long afterwards I popped into the Tower Gift Shop and bought a teddy bear dressed as a Beefeater which I gave to the parents to be and transferred the contents of Suzie’s rucksack that belonged to me into the now empty carrier.“You didn’t just buy that bear to have a carrier bag did you?” Suzie asked. I merely handed her the rucksack which contained her dress as my reply. We made our way to Tower Hill road and flagged.