My husband couldn't hide his secrets from me, they poured out of his eyes, begging to be known. He wanted a dead woman to love; I would be that woman ...or him. Perhaps only that once, or perhaps as many times as he wished, I didn't know.He shook me gently, calling my name and I ignored him. He tried talking to me, explaining that I'd misunderstood his intentions. He paced the room slowly and sat back down. I ignored that too. He told me that he loved me, but he was speaking to a dead woman.My. His arrogant and rude demeanour drew me to this guy from the start so I agreed to meet him as I wanted him to know I am reliable. He gave me his registration number in case other cars were parked up. I dressed in a tight black wet look mini bodycon dress, black hold ups and black mary-jane heels. I went for a dark eye shadow and baby pink lipstick and have to say my make-up looked immaculate. My long blonde hair flowed down my back and I was ready to go. I pulled up at the layby at 11.30 and. I wasn't sure what was happening or what I was feeling. My breathing quickened."You OK?" Cindy asked. Her fingers pulled back slightly. The entire sensation charged and I felt calm again. Part of the intimacy of fisting is that it is also a partnership."Not sure," I replied. "Might be too much. I may need to take a break." Sure thing, love." She slowly and smoothly pulled her hand and arm back until her hand slid out with one last final stretch.I rolled on my side and she laid down beside. " I don't doubt it. However, in case you haven't remembered, Whitney'sgenitals have been bound with cable ties, and will need to be removedimmediate we gt to her. That means someone is going to have to touch her.Whitney is going to be highly distressed and is going to be even moredistressed when she sees a room full of strangers looking at anotherstranger touching her genitals to remove the cable ties."There was silence in the room. Finally, the detective leading theinvestigation said, "I see.