"Well, you supervisor has made a serious complaint about you. You have taken 10 extra casual leaves over the past month and you have been late for thr...e days in a row" He said. His voice businesslike, while his eyes drank in her face and figure.Her dupatta, (long neck scarf) Slipped down from her shoulders, she caught it in her hands but made no move to restore it to its original place.Raza now saw the dark shadow of a bra through the fabric of her Kamiz. She leaned slowly forward, her low. That obviously made her special.Just shoot me. No, I'm kidding. I'm okay now. Oh, yeah, what happened... "Are you there?" Yeah." So are you gonna answer my question?" What's the question again?" What's wrong with me?" How do you mean?" You never look at me." I respect you." No, that's not it. You're shy."Generally, maybe. But that's not the story here."Are you afraid of me?" Of course not. But you should be afraid of me." You have to understand, my blood was boiling at this point. And as much. My wife certainly wasn’t surprised that Lori would do something so bold like this, but she still couldn’t believe Chris who was married and mother of two would let a stripper fuck her. It was 20 minutes later when the stripper who fucked Chris walked back over to the table. He whispered something into Chris’s ear as she got up and left with him. My wife watched as they headed off into one of the private rooms. It had been almost 15 minutes when Chris came back to the table. She was completely. ” I felt her absorb my words, felt her absorb the truth in them, and I could almost see the anxiety and guilt lifting off her shoulders as if it had been a physical weight. She leaned against me and I hugged her tighter, hoping against hope that she would also absorb some of the love I had for her, that she would no longer feel as lost and alone as I had once. We stayed that way for a few minutes, and she was breathing so deeply and so evenly I thought she must be asleep. Hesitantly, I.