She loved the sound of her high heels making love with the floor. "Coming." Click, click. "Coming." Click, click, click. "Ohhh, one moment please." Ev...ry hand gesture, sashay and other body language was exaggerated to the fullest. She stopped at the mirror and looked herself up and down, fixing her hair and adjusting her skimpy mini skirt. She blew a kiss at her reflection and smiled with nervous anticipation. Deep breath, collect the flutters. She swung the door open "Yessss?" She lisped while. She told me the source from where she got my contact details. She was sexually deprived as her hubby works at north east part of India and comes home twice a year. She had a son of 5 years and told me that she had time for 4 hours where she will drop her son at school and would meet me for fun. I was very much excited. Butterflies started flying in my stomach. I was imagining how she would be and how to satisfy her. Immediately called my boss and took sick leave. Then, i prepared everything and. "I'm going to be a good girl. I hate being called a slut." She quickly turned her back to him, pulled on some underpants and tossed a big sweatshirt over her head. It fell to her hips making her long legs look even more enticing."So I get no more, right?"She sniffed and stood before him, looking serious. "I'll always love you, you know that. But right now, you're part of the problem. If the time comes when you really are in need, well then, then I'll think about it."She blinked at him and. ‘He hasn’t left since they brought you in. From what I hear, he almost knocked out the pilot of the helicopter that flew you in from Tulsa.’ Harley frowned. ‘He said I wasn’t allowed. Just showed him I was, that’s all, no physical damage.’ She shook her head. Well, he was never really going to change, she felt sorry for their daughters when they were old enough to date, he was going to scare hell out of their boyfriends. Once a nurse brought in food for both of them, she listened while he told.