I knew that I had crossed a line. No longer content with masturbating in the toilets, I was now looking out for opportunities to fantasise about her u...derwear, and also to use her underwear. Omg, I knew I was addicted.Over the next 6 months my behaviour became obsessive, and the frequency of such events increased to at least twice a week. The more frequent I did it, the more careless I became. First, I was not so careful about the way I put the lingerie back in the bag and secondly I was. He kissed my lips.“Honey, Jeremy said you aren’t allowed to call me. I hope you understand. Sani here will fetch me tomorrow, once I’m done. You don’t have to worry, darling. I love you, and will always will”“Ok,” he replied. Then addressing to our driver, “Sani I want you to make sure Ma’am is safe always, understand?” My husband said.Thankfully he was truly oblivious of the fact his wife had just been fucked by his driver the night before, I thought to myself.Sani replied with a quick “Yes. "You're serious!" I said."I am, yes." Let me guess. You have an ironclad pre-nup so she gets nothing in theevent of a suspicious death." Nope, nothing of the sort. In fact I've let her know I'm leaving everylast penny to her in my will." That makes no sense." I assure you it does," he said, laying his hand over mine. "Meet me atthe Des Lux Hotel in Des Moines this time tomorrow evening to learnwhy. Now I must be going."With that he turned on his heel and left, leaving me stunned by whathad been. I stood there with my mouth hanging open."Yeah, Mom. Come join us. I'll bet you could use a good, hard fucking," Jessica said.I was *outraged* and I swung to give Jessica another hard slap. But the boy grabbed my arm. His eyes were cold and foreboding as he said, "If you slap her, I'll *spank* you." Bobby knows how to spank, Mom. I bet you'd enjoy it," Jessica said.So he was Bobby, the spanker who knew how to make a woman scream with desire. It had been a long time since I was spanked. Too.