I asked her if she had told her husband about me. She said she wasn't stupid, would never mention one of her 'adventures', as she called it, while it ...as on-going. She said that she usually gave it a couple of months."How does he take it?" I said."It sort turns him on — but I can see it also bothers him too."And what about his women?" What women?" His lovers." Like I said: What women?" How do you know he hasn't?" I just know him. He may be good looking but he ain't no Casanova."It made me. One day, we met at lunch time and exchanged few things about our life. She was wearing salwar kameez with little makeup. I could see that she had applied a little makeup. I used to skate at her big boobs in between, got some hard-on looking at her. Regularly, we used to meet at lunch. She started to share her family life with me. I used to steal a glance of her assets without her notice. Even I used to share my family life with her.After a month, she was working under me. She was happy for that. I looked him in the eye and replied in German. “If you have a file on me, that file would tell you the information you need to know – or MI6 must be even more inefficient than the CIA believes.”Mr Pritchard leaned back in his chair, his face hardening. “Now...”The lady put a hand on his arm and gave him a commanding look. “Thank you, Geoffrey.” She was back in English and looked across at me, acknowledging the language competition as a draw with a slight nod. “If you know what’s in your file,. He grabs a big knife of one of the drawers next to him, you are shaking, wondering what he is going to do to you now. "Well since you don't do what I'll say, I'll guess I'll have to remove your clothes my self," he says with a big smile. The knife cuts through the fabric quite easily and stunned from the shock of what is happening, you don't see he grab a pair of handcuffs that he quickly puts on you, so now your hands are behind your back, he pushes you over his table, so now your ass is up,.