“You are fucking his little princess at the mercy of your hormones. Only there won’t be any mercy if he gets hold of you.”Her touch was not help...ng his composure; those hormones were asserting their control.“And getting naked in front of his wife isn’t somehow worse?”Eva smiled, “He could be fucking ladyboys in Bangkok for all I care.”Her hand loosened the towel and it slumped over his naked feet. Fully revealed to him, she savoured the vision before her. Lingering with her delicate touch, she. I sat down in the chair alongside my bed and watched the fucking going on, with the sound turned down, and this viewing coupled with the wine had me relaxing by stroking my pussy, lazily and carressingly, just kind of relaxing.I was tired and stood up now deciding to go to bed and have a good sleep. I slipped out of my brassie and dropped my knickers, kicking them onto the chair, picked up the wine glass and downed the last of the bottle, thinking 'Fuck I have drank a full bottle in under one. Same thing. My stomach started to churn as my fear increased. I rang the bank and dropped to my knees when told that the accounts had been closed. I curled up in a ball and cried.I lay there for hours. I jumped when the phone rang. "Hello." This is Beth. You have to put on the orange dress and your collar and be at the office at 5.30. Don't be late." She hung up before I could say anything.The orange dress was a backless halterneck. The worst bit was the front which plunged to below my navel. What the fuck? I had no idea what he was doing, but the bulge in his jeans was obscenely big. From my vantage point in my Explorer, I could see into his car. Our windows were down, and I could have sworn I heard him say something. I turned to his car, and he said it again. “You can watch me if you want.” I got out of my car and walked to his. I heard the locks click, and assumed he was inviting me inside, so I opened the passenger door, and sat inside. “I’m so fucking horny. I gotta rub one.