I sagged in my chains and loudly moaned, “Please mistress! I want you soo badly!”“Awww that desperate from the preparation alone?” she said. �...�I haven’t even started to edge you yet! You’re not asking me to break my promise are you?”My heart skipped a beat as I realized I didn’t know what to say. “I just want you so bad mistress. I’m on fire.”“Mmmm… Just the way I want you, baby. Are you ready to begin?” Then she laughed and said in her low husky voice, “I guess you don’t really have a say, do. Her spreading herlegs." Stop it. This isn't funny."He shrugged. "Money. Mouth. Put one where the other is." You want me to bet you that you can't fuck my wife. I'm not an idiot.I'm not going to encourage that." So you admit. you're wrong." No, I don't admit anything. Lauren is a good wife. She's not looking tocheat on me. And she's sees how sleazy you are. She'd be loyal to me ifI was blind, if I couldn't walk, if I was unemployed." What if it were something else?" Like what?" I said."Okay.. They linger, one hand covering each breast, the nipples sticking into his palms. You wish that you could grab his hands and hold them there, you hear him tell you something, but don’t quite understand, ‘?’ ‘I said turn around.’ He spins you around and you are now face to face with this police man, he’s not handsome by any means but as you cast your gaze over him, you realise that you want him, he tells you to lower your arms to your side, and he leans in as he to kiss you, but this is not to. Much, much earlier. I wasn't just calling her honey as an endearment. She looked like honey with her short gold hair and warm bronze skin. She looked lickable.Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or.