I watch you approach with a demure smile on my face, a sudden transformation from the saddened pout that I had only moments ago. You come to me slowly... allowing the raw femininity of my exposed curves to seduce you a little more than it should right now.I let the sheet fall slowly from my body as you approach, revealing my full breasts, my dangerous curves and finally, my pretty little pussy.“Come on baby, come back to bed and claim your girl,” I purr. My words are softly spoken and delicate,. 'I tell you what', I said challengingly, 'Blur my face out and I wont complain'.'Can I take some shots of you naked', his voice had gone all thick and one level up, shaking and nervous.I laughed at his boyish traits, 'You're just a boy, messing with a woman', I said mockingly, distracted by a noise outside my window, I turned around to see my nephew with my husband, walk down the path to the garage.As I looked out I had turned sufficiently to raise my bottom of the seat, and my t-shirt had. “Ro mat ma. Aap bas ye soch lena ki aajse hum ma-bete nahi balki sirf dost hai. Aise dost jo ek dusre se pyar karte hai,” main samjhate hue bola.“Mujhe sochne ke liye kuch time chahiye. Ye kafi bada kadam hai, aur aisa jisse wapas nahi aa sakte. Aaj raat hum woh sab nahi karenge, ab so jao chup chap.”Main nirash ho gaya. Maine acchi cheez ko khud hi bigad diya. Jaise taise main so gaya. Subah utha to hum dono mein se koi bhi baat nahi kar raha tha. Bas apna apna kaam kar rahe the, woh bhi bina. Almost certainly, he was having an affair, Isabella thought sourly. She tipped the liquid down her throat. What was sauce for the goose! she thought.For a moment, the thought that Tom Fisher was merely a servant, or more accurately, the son of a servant, concerned her: did she really want to have any kind of relationship with such a person? On the other hand, if Richard were to find out that his wife had been bedded by the lowly son of a lowly game-keeper, he would be furious. Isabella smiled.