He sighed and decided to find a restaurant or a hotel and stay there over the festive period. At least he would be among other folk. He had hardly mad... up his mind to do that, when his phone rang.It was Bridget McLeod.“Victor,” she sang in her Scottish lilt, “James and I were talking about your visit, and your news about your sister. Would you consider coming to us for Christmas and Hogmanay? There are going to be a few guests who come every year. Better than being on your own, and you’ve been. Water started to splash on the floor as hips, hands, and soap all moved in rhythm together. Entry of the soapy bar into me with my thumb pressing on my clit would send me over the top into ecstasy. Into heaven. Glowing from the orgasm and the warm water, I would towel dry and walk naked from my bathroom to my bedroom. Picking up my iPad and sliding onto the cool satin sheets of my bed, I remembered why I love sleeping nude. Every inch of skin loved the silky feeling from being surrounded by. This has been going on for the last two months in fact." Two months" I cried out. I was angry now. "Why I'll" I said threateningly as I advanced towards Jasmine.It was a mistake. With two long steps she covered the distance and slapped me. I raised my head and received another. I tried to recover and punch her but she grabbed my arm and twisted it. I fell to the floor, crying in pain. "Well, look at your sissy husband, crying in pain. I'm gonna love fucking your wife in front of you. I bet. They were the sluttiest shoes I owned and I thought that would please him, willing to do anything to keep it all a secret.I had made it to the covered entry and stood there trying to catch my breath and take stock of how wet I had gotten. Once I had composed myself somewhat I went inside and through the lobby to the elevators. I turned abruptly to see that same executive from the other day lustily looking at me."How are you, Miss Martin?" I'm fine, thank you," I said, not wanting to see anyone.