??????..She can send him back to jail. He’s at her mercy. He knows it?A delicious hazy plan begins to immerge in her minds-eye?..he---humbled----cap...ive----a whipping boy to take out her frustrations on---------humiliated in some very nasty ways---- a slave to her needs---all her needs?she’d strip him of his clothes?chain him?..no one would ever know??And no baggage?----she chuckled at this last thought.She reached round behind him and slipped her hand down under his pants and grabbed his ginch. ‘Harry love’ she whispered, ‘are you feeling ok ?’ There was no answer so she slipped in beside him pulling the quilt over her and cuddling into him. He turned to her sleepily ‘Hi hun , didn’t hear you come in.’ ‘Are you ok ? Why aren’t you at work?’ ‘I didn’t feel to good. Came home.’ Trish felt his dick pressing against her. For a change it was rock hard. Well she may as well make the most of it, and if the little button wasn’t feeling to good, maybe she should give him a treat. She kissed. I’ll try and tell him today, or failing that I’ll tell him this evening.”“This evening?” I parroted back, “I didn’t know we were seeing him this evening.” My voice light and breezy, trying not to let my slight annoyance show. The back of my mind thinking back to all of Jill’s recent half-truths.“Sorry, honey. I must have forgotten to mention it. Chris asked if we could join him for dinner tonight. He said that after you and he had that good talk that maybe all three of us having dinner together. As she said this, she ran her index finger down the split seam of her red silk mini-dress, stroking her leg through her black nylon stockings with the tip of her bright-red polished fingernail. I smiled at her, knowing that she was working her way up to something naughty once again. I looked around at the décor. Despite being a new establishment, they had kept things simple; a red velvet carpet, dark walls decorated with gold silhouettes of naked women, a handful of wooden tables and chairs,.