..But as I watched her red nails rubbing her cleavage, my penis swelled against the floor hook."Miss Trixie, I have to pee a little bit." You're goin... to have to hold it, all night. I've trained you to do this from time to time, locked you up in a pee-free catheter...so keep from peeing, or I will make you lick it up, every drop and give you fifty with the scourge, hon."I sighed, it would be a long evening."You're lucky. I used to bind Sylvan, and Jeremiah down and then rub habaneras peppers. "Yeah I did. And I feel like me again. And yes, I'm very happy to be back."I looked her up and down. Yeah she was back. A simple tan skirt, ending at the knee kept her thighs covered, hiding the last bruises on her thighs, now a light yellow. A cool silk button down blouse looked airy and had the tendency to show too much when she bent forward, as she was doing now. She slipped on tall black heels."Ready?" She asked.I smiled. "Welcome back."She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "Thanks. And. I’ve been such a bad wife.”“And I’m sorry for going to the strip club behind your back. I should have been more supportive of you.” He pauses and says, “I miss him, too. I try not to think about it, but some days, he’s all I can think about.”Instead of focusing on the raw hurt and blinding sorrow surrounding Robbie’s premature death, I focus on my sexy, kind husband who is naked and embracing my scantily clad self. Without saying a word, I kneel down before him and run my hands down his. As the night went on she was getting pretty tipsy and i could see her flirting with the men, especially a group of youngish blokes in one corner of the bar. She was with one of her female workmates so left it and carried on drinking and watching. She was giggling and flirting with this group of about 8 or 9 blokes when i noticed one of them had his hand on the back of her thigh just below the hem of her dress and was rubbing gently up and down while another bloke had his arm around the waist of.