It is yours. And please, don’t bother paying me the rest of the amount.” “No, no, Ms. Salma” I slurred, getting up, “I insist. You worked ha...d.” “No, really, Mr. Arun, it’s okay.” Salma said. I got up to thank her and leave, but I had trouble standing straight. I had drunk a little too much scotch, I realized. Salma also realized it. “Mr. Arun, did you come by car?” she asked. “Yes.” I said, holding the chair for support. “You are in no position to drive.” Salma said and picked up the phone. I apologised to my two clients and excused the noises has my wife and her friend having a personal trainer and that next door was our gymnasium and that they would be conducting a rigorous workout, I of course knew different.After a while one of my clients a German known to me as Hans Schneider asked if he could use the bathroom, I gave him instructions where to find it and he left his colleague and myself discussing our business deal.Hans having left the study sneaked in the other direction. The normal routine was she would come home around 8 PM and expected meto have dinner ready. Since, I normally got off work at 5 PM, I wouldspend that free time cleaning, washing, ironing or picking up theclutter. After dinner, I'd clean up and then we'd talk or watch a littletelevision. She'd use the time while I was cleaning up to read the mailand pay any bills. If I stayed on that schedule, we would usually havemost of the weekend to ourselves. Although generally a consideratespouse, Andrea. And no one was any the wiser to the relationship between Samantha and Pete. They'd kept their secret well. No one but Pete and Samantha had ever known that in addition to being a brother and sister pair, they also fucked each other on a regular weekly and often many times a week basis.Nearly 25 years had passed since the last time Pete and Samantha had shared a fuck together. She'd left home, grown into a mature woman and married and had 3 kids in the interim years. Pete's life had moved along.