When Friday night arrived, I found myself getting hard as I drove to her place. I couldn’t help but squeeze my erection, I could feel pre cum leakin... from my tip already, in anticipation.Caroline met me at her door wearing only a towel. In her adorable broken English she said, “Hi, come in. I am still getting ready.” I loved her cute little accent. Caroline then turned and walked back to her bathroom, dropping her towel as she walked. I stood in the doorway and watched. Her cute little brown. I love this industry, but I also know it chews up a lot of girls and spits them out, guys too. But you do seem better than the last time we talked, and I’m glad. But please, if you ever need anything, just ask. I would like to think I am your friend, not just a guy that paid you money.”And at that time, I realized he really was a friend. I reached out and held his hand, and thanked him for that. “Oh, and I’m still holding your money. It’s safe and in the bank collecting interest. Give me an. After that ordeal with work I thought that I would come home early as the site of my family would bring me happiness, just the site of seeing my wife and my daughters 9 year old innocent smile would turn me frown upside down, sorry for the cheesy lingo that's what being a daddy does to you, on my way home I stopped off at the ice cream shop to buy some ice cream for my little princess, and well for me as I haven't had ice cream in years, as I drove up to my house I was a little surprised that. I took my clothes off as soon as I walked through the door, as to not tread water all through the house and loaded the washing machine with my wet clothes. The kitchen glistened in the moonlight, the tiles cool against my tired feet.With a face like thunder, I heard his key in the lock and sighed deeply. He likes me to be the trophy wife, dinner on the table when he walks in with a big smile on my face. He likes to think I worship him. Naked, my wet hair clung to my breast as I turned to greet.