He inhaled deeply, and pulled her back to his body, this time wrapping his arms around her. She returned the favor, draping her arms around his waist....‘Then perhaps we need to lose control together,’ he suggested in a low, seductive tone. ‘It may be the only way to keep our sanity.’ His breath warmed her lips when he asked, ‘What do you say?’ Karen smiled in answer and raised herself on tiptoes to catch his mouth with hers. He groaned and took over the kiss, teasing her with sexy nips on each. Then I recognized a tattoo on the right shoulder of the woman with her back facing me. It was a butterfly-shaped tattoo and it reminded me of the tattoo that Elise, my wife had on her right shoulder. I stood as if glued to the spot when I saw the tattoo. No, it can't be. It can't be her. I told myself. But the more I looked closely, the more I thought I recognized my wife. She told me of a book launch out of town and yet I have to believe the book launch was here in town. So who was the other. Ash’s voice pulled me away from my thoughts. “Hey Dawson you gonna step out of my jeep?” I looked to the drivers seat trying to read his face. There was nothing there which wasn’t something so hard to believe. After what just happened his first words to me sounded a little annoyed and already bored. I stepped out of his jeep but before I closed the door Ash said something else. “You’re not gonna say goodnight?” I looked at him like he was high or something. “You know what?” he asked before I. I just thought she might beat me and leave it. She then out of the blue asked me to strip. I was confused and was looking at her for some time, she hit with her cane. After which I started to strip.She asked me to do it slowly. Once she was done drinking her tea. She asked me to turn around so she can get a proper look at me. While I was doing it (tapppp) she spanked me as hard as she can. Then she asked me to follow her into the bedroom.Then she took out her chunees from her cupboard and tied.