„Ich konnte gestern fast nicht einschlafen bei dieser Hitze“, versucht Marco ein Gespräch anzufangen.Isabel runzelt die Stirn. „Es ist schon ei...e hitzige Luft. Aber 32 Grad ist nicht übertrieben. Das haben wir jedes Jahr ein paar Tage lang.“Marco steht auf und geht zum Ventilator, um mehr kalte Luft zu bekommen.Isabel schüttelt den Kopf. „Schau, dass du dich nicht erkältest!“ Dann öffnet sie ihr Notebook und kontrolliert ihre E-Mails.„Haben wir einen neuen Auftrag bekommen? Seit ein paar Tage. My ears listen in desperation to hear something, anything that would let me know that she is awake: silence. I can't wait one second longer to hear her walking across the floor! But I silently wait because that is what she has willed me to do.I never know beforehand that I will spend my night caged in agony. The command of "In your cage slut," starts my tumultuous journey, the length of which is only hers to know. My stomach fills with knots as I mince across the basement in my fuck-me pumps. One night my ex-husband had gone out for a few drinks with Johnny and I stayed home. I was not expecting him to bring home company but he did. It was Johnny. I got outta bed and went and sat on the couch between the two of them. From the first time I had met Johnny I would get butterflies in my stomach and my pussy would get soaking wet when he was around. I knew he turned me on but I have always been a faithful, one man woman and fucking him never was an option in my mind. He was excellent eye. I would, however "rat hole" almost all my chips and cash them in a few at a time, stockpiling the cash. I rarely lost much and in fact, many times a trip ended with me a net winner. Even if I got my room comped, I usually managed to get a bill showing I had spent a wad of money. It is amazing what a good tip from a good customer can get from some desk clerks!In fact, over the year from deciding to give my marriage another chance, I managed to "lose" all our free savings or I paid it in "Salary".