”“Always?”I slapped the inside of her thigh with the flat of my hand, leaving five red finger marks.“Always!”“Yes, Davy,” she whispered,...a tear sliding down her cheek.“What is your purpose in life, kitten?”“To please you. To bring you happiness.”She said it as if it were so obvious and well understood she could not believe I asked the question.“Yes. To please me. Remember that!”“I always do, sweetheart.”I knee walked between her legs and lodged the tip of my cock in her entrance. She quivered,. I was just going to make a sandwich for lunch.”Phoebe smiled at the guest. “Sure thing, no problem. I was just tidying up the pantry. What can I get for you?”“No, no, that’s all right, I can take care of it.”“No, really, let me,” she insisted. “I was just about to make something myself. What would you like?” Phoebe opened the refrigerator and peered inside. “Cold cuts?”John shrugged and acquiesced. “Fine by me.”“Ham and cheese on rye alright?” asked the cook. John gave an easy nod, and she. She told me that she would’ve dumped him on the day they had that huge fight.But she stuck around because of me. So that she could hang around and have fun with me. We had made a plan. She would dump him on the last day of my stay in the house. Divya came on the last day to the flat with all the bondage stuff. When Rohan saw all this he got very excited. It was evening time and I had all of my stuff packed. I had moved all of my stuff to a friend’s house and was now just waiting. When Divya. I was married with a child and that was important to me. I offered her a golden handshake to go quietly. I scaled down my workload and made a final effort at my marriage, dragged my wife to counselling. When it became clear that it wasn’t going anywhere, I offered her a generous financial settlement. We’re … actually good friends now,’ the HOG said with a wry smile. ‘Oh you have a kid!’ I blurted out. The HOG looked sideways at me. I felt fucking crap then. Of course he wouldn’t want to talk.