It was a cold, detached, frightening arrangement of pale lips and white teeth, his words quiet but full of unquestioned authority. “Shall we move to...where the rest of your family await you, in the warmth of the drawing room?”He held out his open leather-gloved hand, indicating along the hall towards the innards of the house. It was not a request.The jeweller led the way to the drawing room, lit by a couple of dim lamps plus the warm flicker of a fire, keeping at bay the autumn chill outside. In. He sat me down and explained that it would take about a week to go away with treatment and that my wife was probably not showing any symptoms as yet and to get her to come in. I thanked him and told him I would pass back at the end of the week for a follow up and to receive the results of my blood test.I left his office in a foul mood thinking of ways to kill my wife without spending a day in the slammer but nothing came to me. As I parked the car I remembered the conversation I had had with my. Where could he sleep? Where? He became aggressive, and felt the uncontrollable urge to beet someone up. Adding to this, a light rain had started and he could feel his cloth becoming damp. Damned, he thought ... Ah, he also thought, there was an underpass. He could stay there for a while, cooling down from the urge of adrenalin that kept on pumping through his body. All kinds of bodily functions where running on high. Also the need to ... well...Rachel was in the middle of the barely lid. I was down to my bra and thong and while sitting on the floor behind the front captain chairs so as not to be seen through the front window and then opened his pants, pulled down his underwear to very hard cock. He said to take off the rest of my clothing and and kneel before him. I took off the bra and thong and got into position on my knees between his legs and we started to kiss and after a few minutes he whispered in my ear he wanted me to suck his cock. I smiled at him and and lowered.