I thought you knew that, Sir." I know you would, but there is something else. Last Saturday when you were in Charlotte you were to call me that night....You did not. And for that you must be punished," he said."But Sir, I explained all that. There were meetings all day, and a corporate function that night. Attendance was mandatory. It was after 12 before I got back to my room, and I had an early flight the next day." I waited up for you to call. For all I knew, you could have been dead in some. My fingers quickly found their way into her pussy but got no response so I slipped another into her arse and thought about fucking her awake but butterflies in my stomach got the better of me. She was definatly out cold.I got up and quietly went into the spare bedroom where I could see Eamon laid in the bed in a low ghostly light.Taking a deep breath I pushed down the quilt and felt his soft cock. Wow, Id done it. Don't stop now. He came round, drunk and bewildered. I begged him to keep quiet. All was normal (?) until I had an "encounter" on the underground, as usual it was packed, warm and horrible (I wouldn't want to commute on there in the summer every day!) An older guy quickly moves next to me, at a station stop (Bank) facing me, a little too close if you know what I mean, I had one arm up holding a bar to stop me falling over etc and one holding my rucksack on my right shoulder, I'm in the corner where there is just a single door and the carriages connect, he kept bumping into. Before I get too far, let me digress a bit. Hanna, my beautiful wife, is about five-foot-six, has long blonde hair and striking green eyes. Her body is the definition of sin incarnate: her breasts are B-cup and still to this day perky as fuck, a slight pudge to her belly, her ass is two basketballs smushed together, and her legs look longer than they are. I am five-feet-eight-inches. I’ve got brown hair nearly to my shoulders and brown eyes. I’m in fairly good shape, but no one would ever.