He wanted this to be a special treat from him to her. He stocked up on the best wines, which he knew she really didn't care for but would share with h...m anyway. He purchased an expensive diamond necklace for her and a selection of music both romantic and rock that both of them liked. When all the preparations were completed on Friday afternoon, he ticked them off on his fingers to make sure he had not forgotten anything.I'm hopelessly in love with her, he admitted in his thoughts.I hope. Soon, just playing and touching wasn't enough. We wanted more, much more. I remember it well. I was home sick from school that day we first had sex. He had come home early, another suspension. He saw me laying on the couch, my undersized nightshirt hiked up well past my hips and exposing my soft, smooth, hairless pussy. He moved over to me silently, despite the fact I already knew he was there. Without a word, his heavy hand landed on my mound, finger slipping between my moist pussy lips to. "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master." Good," I said more kindly. "This lady," I indicated Wendy, "is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me alone." Yes, Master." Hello, Florence," said Wendy pleasantly."Hello, madam," she respectfully replied."Florence," I told her, "give me an account of yourself."So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her family had sent her to England to study, which she had been doing diligently. It was lonely in the projection booth and usually one would work in near dark conditions, or red light conditions, as to prevent white light from entering the auditorium. And management? They usually left projectionists alone, as they had their own shit show to deal with downstairs. I had a partner up in the projection booth with me, but she would control the other side, rarely having time to interact with me unless we ran into each during dead time between movie rounds or in the main.