"Hi... you have reached the Infidelity Hotline." It was Steve's voice. Barbara knew it well. There was a new note in it now though. Something unfriend...y."If you have seen Raphael Porter kissing, holding, making out with, fondling, squeezing any body part, having sex, or just hanging with Barbara Curtis, please stay on the line. Your call is very important to us.At the beep, please give the date, time, location, and what type of cheating activity they were involved in when you saw these two. I practiced wiggling my ass as I walked keeping my hand bent straight and moving front to back as I walked.When we arrived in the dinning room My Mistresses Mistress was seated at the end of a long dinning room table big enough for 12 people.At the other end of the table was another woman I had not met yet, she was very pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect figure. I was introduced as Nicole, the girls new slave, and mistress told me the other girl was Tiffany, her husband.. It was just above knee length with aslightly flared skirt. It had a square scalloped neck and close fittingsleeves that ended half way between wrist and elbow. It was a reallygood quality garment and looked every inch of its price tag. I wore itover a black bra that held the firmly attached breast forms, a silkcamisole over that. I wore matching panties and my favourite 15 deniergloss tights. I had decided upon a pair of black sandals with a 4 inchheel and an ankle strap. There was not. Her shirt clung to her skin with perspiration and the seat of her pants was damp, her form drenched to the bone. The sun was her unrelenting enemy, stalking her through the fields, enjoying her suffering. The light was like fire, the flames igniting her very being. Attempting to ignore the persisting flames, she reached for another ear, when she heard rustling in the trees and stood upright, seeds bunched in her hand, indenting her palm as she gripped them tight. Alert. Focused. Akhilesh looked.