Then came a night that remains etched in my memory. After we had finished playing our innocent husband-wife game and I had returned to my own bed, aap... crept in beside me. “Aapa so ja na. Thakh gaya hoon!” I protested. “Nahin!” she retorted, “aaj ek naya khel shuroo hoga.” I turned to face aapa and realised something which shocked me at the time. Aapa wasn’t wearing any clothes. “Yeh kya aapa!? Aap nange kyun so rahi ho?” “Aisa hota hai, Sameer. Aaj school mein, meri saheli ne kaha ke uski Abbu. After all, if people were going to be looking at 'me' in the future, I wanted to give the right image so his question wasn't quite as daft as it sounded at first. "Something historical I think," I said after a few moments thought. "Grecian or Roman I suppose." Nice period, any particular setting?" he asked again."Something imposing," I replied and though again, "Maybe with the Parthenon in the background." Something that would show your sense of service perhaps?" he asked, smiling curiously.. He was very distinguished looking and everyone seemed to know him. On one occasion, Brian and Sara introduced us to him.His name was Gavin. He was a 64 year old film director. He had this side gig where he shot amateur films for couples own personal use. The club owners allowed him into the club. He had a very seasoned resume doing freelance work for some pretty reputable company's.He was very calm and came off as very intelligent. He was smooth. He chatted with my wife for a bit. Within a few. Yes this was going to be one hell of a week. She could hardly wait to get inside the house and have him kiss her, touch her, lick her and anything else he wanted to do to her. Breaking the embrace, she grabbed his hand and practically ran into the house with him. She slowed impatiently while he unlocked the door. He pushed the door open forcefully and it crashed into the wall. She giggled knowing he was just as impatient as she was and ran into the flung open door. Reaching the stairs she.