"Can you imagine just how many times I dreamed with having you here, at my disposal? Being able to torture your delicious body, to taste it, to feel i... underneath my grasp?" His words made me moan, as all the fantasies I had been playing in my mind the whole flight, swirled up in my mind. Keeping me leaning across the table, he reached the edge of my skirt, and slowly pulled it toward my waist, exposing my round butt, stuffed into tiny black lace panties. His hand caressed my arse a couple of. She loved how easy it was to hurt him and how good it felt to be a bitch.Hypnotic sat on the bed and enjoyed her cigarette. She'd heard this story a few times. She sat and wondered why this was George's favorite story. The wife was such a bitch to her husband after she got a boyfriend. Did he really want them to be so cruel? She was a little miffed at George when she got up to get the clothespins. Did he goad her on purpose? To see what she'd do?After George finished the story, Hypnotic smiled.. As a man and a faithful husband, my marriage is based on love, trust and respect. If those three things aren’t there, then it isn’t a marriage as far as I’m concerned.’ She was quiet as she stood looking out the kitchen window. I think I began to suspect something then. Her attitude and behavior were telling me that she was hiding something and it had to do with the subject at hand. You don’t live with someone for 23 years without learning their moods and not know when something is bothering. She released her breath in relief, only to suck it back in just as quickly. She watched in horror as he stopped his descent, looked up and locked eyes with her. The slow grin that spread across his face was all she saw before she backed away from the railing and ran up the stairs. ‘Sloane. Stop!’ Gabe commanded. ‘Quit following me.’ Sloane shouted down at him. He was gaining on her fast. She cursed herself again for the umpteenth time for wearing the heels she had. Totally inappropriate when.