"She was silent for another moment; then, "I think, I'm pretty certain, Brad is having an affair."That knocked the emotional wind right out of me. I c...uldn't believe it. Brad had seen how my first wife's cheating had hurt me. I was unable to believe he'd turn around and inflict it on his own wife."Do you have actual evidence?" I asked. "Or, is this just a suspicion?"She collected her thoughts for another moment. "Text messages on his cell, hang-ups on the house phone, and ... this is so. ” I had to shift a bit to move my cock into a better position. I was conflicted. Excited, but not knowing whether to press forward and try to make love to Janet or not. We hadn’t gotten so far ever and I was excited, nervous, and thrilled all at the same time. A fleeting thought of the fear of softness flew through my mind, as to date, I often had become so wrapped my cock would grow soft once we started. “But she seems to want it,’ my internal dialogue began. ‘Yes, but you don’t want to lose. I gave you my advice and will speak no further on it. Forget we ever talked, OK?" I said, pissed off she said anything at all.I was already a half hour late leaving, but Doreen had a problem with her cash drawer from the safe, it had to be counted. I still had to shower and be at Diana's by 1:30, the latest.Doreen came up the steps onto the platform just as I turned and she was apologizing. Someone had taken the wrong cash drawer that morning and there were things they had to make right. It was. Not being able to see what had been done to my now bruised-feeling body was making my heart race with the panicking speed of a racecar. The container was finally opened to some extent as I could now feel a breeze giving some relief to the dripping humidity of being inside it. I felt some kind material being removed from around me, making me shiver as the breeze accessed more of my nakedness. I now knew that I was covered in straps of something keeping me immobile along with some type of bars.