In order to preserve my marriage I have to let you do this. But I don’t owe you an explanation and I don’t have to tell you shit if I don’t want...to. I’ll do what you want. But I don’t have to confess to you.”He sneered at me and then he snarled back, “You stupid cunt! You aren’t in charge here! I am! You give me any more lip and I’ll take my fucking belt to your sweet ass. And keep stripping! I didn’t tell you to stop.”I tossed my shirt onto a chair and started fumbling with my shorts. My. “Join me?” I offered, moving some of the bubbles around. He smirked, leaning down as if he was going to get in, but suddenly he grabbed me, picking me up and holding me in his arms bridal style, muscles flexing deliciously on my back. I was breathless as he held me, throwing my arms around his neck. Stepping over my strewn clothes, he walked us over to the master suite, never breathing a word. Without warning he dropped me on the bed and quickly clambered on top of me, kissing me hard and. “If you want to smoke in here then it’s cool.” “Thanks.” I took a cigarette from the packet inside my jacket pocket and Jackie did likewise, popping open the ashtray before turning the key in the ignition, while still holding the cigarette between the fingers of one hand. The car moved off and I planned my next move. My flat was only a short distance from work so we arrived there within five minutes. Jackie parked up. “Thanks again for staying late tonight.” “It’s OK…really. Look….this. Always passing her gifts, sometimes items to model.It wasn’t long before Jo found another benefit from the photoshoot. Howard was supportive, but Jo knew he was getting his benefits out of the arrangement. It wasn’t just the sex either. At these event shows, he used Jo to help him get contracts, too, often flirting with the men. Jo was the glamorous partner, and often Howard passed her off as his wife.Driving into work, she prepared herself for the usual bitchiness from the jealous women, but.