. and yet... he wasn't wrong. I couldn't disobey this stranger. I mean, I could have if I had to. Yet, I didn't want to. If my husband was going to al...ow some guy to fuck him... he'd better be willing to let the guy fuck me too... especially after ignoring my needs ever since he returned home. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe he was completely gay now. It would explain his pathetic bedside manner since returning. This really pissed me off, not because of any compulsion to obey (for the. My shoulders were back, my tits (tits now..not breasts) were shoved as high as I could get them. I felt my nipples beginning to tingle, my pussy becoming increasingly wet. I actually hoped that Bart would come over to the couch and feel me.“Great. Now steeple your right knee. Let the dress fall naturally up your thigh. Wow. You have dynamite legs. snap .. snap.. Pull the dress up to your hips so we can see the tops of your hose and the garter straps. Damn.. you look like pure sex. . "Hi Lucy," I smiled. "Pretty as ever."Lucy blushed. "Thank you, Sara. You're very pretty too." I'm pretty too," Johnny joked."Pretty handsome," I giggled."Well that's what I meant," he laughed."What period do you have lunch?" Lucy inquired of me."Fourth." Me too," she sounded excited. "Wanna sit together?" Sure, love to," I replied. Johnny had fifth period so he was out of the picture. He could have swung fourth but by the end of football practice he'd be famished for eating so early."I've got. The wider team is twelve. They’ll cover site security, risk assessments all the bollocks. All we have to do is baby sit the queen bee.”“What is the risk assessment?”“High.”“Terms?”She outlined the terms. I’d earn in a year what I’d normally earn in five. I’d travel first class with the subject, stay in her suites or her trailer or whatever. I’d get a terminal bonus (not a term I’d have chosen) of twenty-five per cent of the total I earned assuming Millerton survived. All expenses paid. .