I sweetened his package and he stayed. But all the rest, all the other senior execs are members of what some would call the ‘mistress club’.” He...chuckled like it was a joke.“It’s not really a club, but the men and women involved understand the stresses of the job and have chosen this path to deal with it. I’m not ever going to tell you if any other wives failed, because it isn’t your concern. Anyway, as I was saying at the office, Penny filled all the blanks, checked off all the boxes. She. I opened the buttons of my white blouse, revealing a white lace bra, and continued dancing, perhaps in a bit more of a sultry manner. I slowly lifted up the side of my black pencil skirt, just high enough to reveal the elastic top of my black thigh high stockings. "Good Girl," he declared. I smiled. I like being called a good girl. "Sir, may I have your permission to close the video chat and leave for work now?" "Penny, my dear. You still have so much to learn. You are to meet me at the Hilton. A couple of months later retired to my room after a busy day of castingunsuccessful spells. The old man would disappear to other parts of themansion and I was left on my own.There was nothing to do in the house, so I spent most of my free time inmy room desperately trying to improve my spell casting craft, so I couldimprove and become powerful.I was studying an ancient book of spells, flipping through pages whensuddenly my heart began to hammer and my breath caught in my throat. Thepage I had. Marge had a magazine on her lap. Ron said he'd missed me last weekend. I told Ron I missed him too. There was no need to hide anything from Hank and Marge. Even if they somehow managed to figure out what we meant, they'd forget it momentarily.The four of us sat at a table in the corner. We'd been sitting at the same table, most visits, for several months.Ron talked to Marge about the magazine she carried into the dining room. I felt he was really talking to me. He was talking about vacations;.