She arrived in the doorway a few seconds later and I could see she was laden with bags from a shopping trip after work it seemed. Shopping was a love ...f hers so I couldn’t help but smirk.‘Guess your day went well then?’ I enquired. ‘Judging by all the bags it looks like it!’A sly smile curled up the corner of her mouth.‘You have no idea!’It was then she unloaded all the stories she had and the people she’d seen while out while at the same time showing me some of the practical things she had. It was better but I found it hard to concentrate when I sat at the computer, my mind wandered, I realised it was ages since I last had sex, irony that I was accused of adultery but had not had sex for weeks. I usually paid Daniel, a Tennis pro, to fill those needs, five hundred for the evening was money well spent as he made me feel good, and it was clear who called the shots, sometimes we went for a weekend and I insisted he brought no money or cards, I paid for everything, I needed to be in. ”“Thanks. That was fun.”“I’m glad you thought so. I need to get you one, so we can stay in touch. I travel quite a bit, and when you can’t be with me, I’ll need to be able to talk to you. We’ll have to work something out, but you’re old enough to be by yourself with a little supervision. At least I hope you are.”“You’re buying me a phone?” I nodded. “Uncle Charlie, I’ll do everything I can to be good and make you happy you came to get me. I promise. Whatever you need me to do.”“I need you to be. .. you can fuck me , however you must make me come, you can shoot your spunk but then you go, you do not stay the night as I want no complications”.So to me married men were always a safe bet. The ones I met, certainly did not want to wreck their marriages or have an affair, these guys loved the fact they could get away with a good fuck. I just loved using them, they may have thought they used me, but no it was definitely the other way round. One afternoon during the late 90’s while working.