She asked, oh how can it be on TV, you are really drunk. Then I quickly showed her where she can find those porn movies on paid channels. She was litt...e shy, she said I will go to my room.Then she picked up a couple of juice packets and started going to her room. I said you watch those paid channels, I will pay for them too. She smiled and ran away. While going I said, I am not going to sleep tonight, if you need anything you can call me or come here directly.Later I started watching another. .. I..." she said, already blushing from her natural shyness.He looked puzzled and said "Hi... it's Linda, right?" Right", said an extremely red Linda, taking his hand in hers. "Can I check for something on your hand?", she asked, lifting his hand to her face in the hope of recognising the perfume.He blushed deeply and quickly whipped his hand away, but something on the back of his hand fell onto Linda's finger. It was a white and sticky kind of liquid that had formed on her finger in a small. " Well, then," she chuckled, "slow down." She gestured to a chair and sat on the wide sofa, ignoring the fact that she wore no bodice and that I was very obviously hard, hard as her jutting dugs which rose warmly above her lace edging of her stiff corset and then ducked back into their nests as she breathed, presented as if on a decorated platter."My husband was a fool, which means that I was also a fool, but then I was barely sixteen, and he was nearly sixty when we wed. He was a Tory, of. I can’t…’ She struggled, then huffed out a breath. ‘I get so angry, you know? I want to blame him, even though I know it’s all on me. It’s my own fault I haven’t seen people or done things.’ Neil squeezed her hand and she was surprised by the contact, and how good it felt. ‘I know,’ he told her. ‘I know that feeling exactly. I always thought the worst part is that you want to tell people, but you’re afraid they’ll just make light of it, or tell you that you’re being silly and it’s time to move.