I told her that what she needed was a massage."And who is going to do that for me?" she said with a smile. "You?" "I will if you like. I'm actually qu...te good at it," I said in a half joke. "Ok then when can you come?"My heart started racing and, still not quite meaning it, I said I would be over about 6:30pm this evening after work."Fine, and I'll take these shoes," she said and wrote down her address. She paid and left saying, "See you later." Well I really didn't know what to do. Was she. I could see tears flowing freely.I misinterpreted her tears as a sign of weakness and plead for my freedom, "Please... let me go. It's the right thing to do. You know it is.?"Shut up!" she yelled. She reared her foot back and kicked my pussy. I grunted in pain. She continued, now clearly furious with me, "My brother might be interested in this plan just for the sex," she paused and looked up at me, "but I’m in it to make your life hell.?I knew at that moment she was crazy, and that she. Until that wager our sexual banter had been just that; harmless banter. But over the past few days she's been a bit more playful in some of her text messages to me. I have to say I'm enjoying the attention, as many fifty-something guys would when they have someone half their age ready, willing and most definitely able to give them head. "That's nice of her," I said, trying to hide my excitement. "Did she say what she's making?" "No," my wife replied, "but it must be something special because. I wear mine as a cap of curls, while Chris now had a moderately sophisticated hairdo, quite unlike her former straight ponytail.I have slowly trained Christine to dress in a more feminine manner and even to wear makeup, and in return she has helped me to find appropriate female attire for wear in the bush when we are on a contract, such as jeans of old-rose denim. I offered both of them partnerships in Tallman Consultants Inc., provided Joe would change his name to Tallman. I knew that.