"Don't worry about it I am not here to spy on you or judged your ability to do your job. If Jenny keeps you working here than your good enough for me....I simply can't go home at the moment so I am stuck here in the company of a Nordic beauty of a bartender," Anthony said with a grin and she blushed. Someone else called for a drink and she hurried away and Anthony dug into his breakfast. Anthony finished his meal and watched the dancers move on the floor and let the music flow through his mind. We chatted about my kids and how well they were adjusting to life without their mum, and wouldn’t she be proud of them, if she could see them. I felt the sense of great loss still, but it was heartening to know that I no longer felt the urge to run away from the world and lock myself away, everytime her name was mentioned. Finally, we arrived and were greeted by the Maitre D and ushered to a lovely corner table, with the comment that Helen’s favourite wine would be brought along any minute,. He never kissed me, never fondled me, never cared about my pleasure. I was a cum deposit for him. We never made love, he fucked me for his release. As the days turned into weeks, it became a daily routine for me to masturbate, thinking of John. Once we even did it together over the phone to one another. After what seemed like a eternity, I could wait no longer. I had never cheated on my husband before but I needed a man’s physical attention. John understood my hesitation. John knew how. You didn’t ask, but I wanted to show you how much I love you and appreciate you. I wanted to give you something I knew you would like.”“License to have sex with any girl who asks? I did that before. I don’t want to do it again. If I don’t exercise some control, there will be no end to the girls, Kara. Can you really accept that?”“If it’s what you want,” she said almost inaudibly.“I’ll be the first to admit that I have struggles in that area. I’ll use every bit of leash that you allow me. I’ll.