We waited in line until we filled our trays and headed for an opentable. No sooner had we sat down than four boys hurried over and filledthe remainin... spots at the table."I'm Mrs. Benson, and I teach voice. This is Sarah, my protege andaccompanist," Mrs. Benson said as an introduction. The boys thenintroduced themselves by first name and then instrument. We had afrench horn, an oboe, and two violins. I could see the boys sizing usup, and rather than being insulted, I found it to be rather. “Hey, you ready?” a loud voice proclaimed.I jump, and see one of the guys I have a meeting with.“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” During the meeting I get my focus back. Thankfully it deals with information I had processed the previous days. We make some progress and I am on my way to impressing the hell out of the clients, when disaster strikes. Bzzz. My phone on vibrate, alerts me of an incoming message. When one of my colleagues is talking I have a look at what it says. “Hi.” Two letters, one. Nothing special.” I grimaced, eager for the topic to be changed, and swiftly. “You sure? Because, you were totally zoning out and more than that, you were smiling.” At the sight of my frown, she hastily added, “God, that was cattier than I intended. It’s just…well, it is so rare and pleasant to see.” I merely nodded, not trusting myself to speak without revealing my true feelings. Claire sighed deeply. I cautiously observed her, waiting for the proper response, the most politic reaction.. I walk in and see the familiar sight of my favorite room in the whole house. Benches along 2 walls covered in toys, lube, whips, paddles, plugs, clamps as well as various restraints. Several pieces of furniture (most made by my husband) a stripper pole and various eye bolts set along the walls and ceiling. I grab some lube and a cone shaped dildo so I can get my ass stretched out a bit before he gets here. Afterward I put on my "outfit" and go crouch by the door knowing he's gonna be home any.