On my Birthday I asked my wife if she was still being into tied to the bed for the afternoon and she said yes. I texted the 2 guys and told the first...to be at my house at 1.30 and the second one to be there at 3. They were to text me when outside my house and not to ring the doorbell. At 12.30 I told my wife to go to the bedroom and fully strip. I placed the ropes around her legs and tied them to the bed posts, leaving her pussy on view and wide open. I then placed the hood on her head and. How did I talk to her? Tell her ... whatever.She stepped back to stand in front of my desk."Mister Carpenter. I loved last night. But I know there's no more between us. I'll do it again any time you like, because it was, yes, great fun. But I love my job – I love you – but I know you and I would send each other mad in a week if we lived together. One day, you'll find someone who fits with you and you'll want to get married. Until then, I ... and probably quite a few other girls ... will be. With a smile, she walks out of the bathroom, moving towards the deck as she twirls the armlet around her finger.“Such a straightforward job. Get some dumb girl to break into a citadel and steal away the weapon when I get a moment.” She stares at it. “Although I never expected the cursed arm to be some armlet, I wonder how it works? I’ll have to prove that this is it when I go to them so I might as well figure it out.”She slips the armlet on her arm and holds out her hand. Breathing in a surge. A fairly large check.“Thank you, Mr. Cross.”“Thank you as well ... Pamela. I see it on your nametag there. Thank you as well, Pamela, and I’m sure you’ll be seeing me around pretty often, so Charlie will be fine, just call me Charlie, for now.”“OK, Charlie, you can call me Pam. Pamela is a bit formal. My parents use it constantly, though.” She smiled. “They’re both a bit stuffy and formal, though, so it’s understandable.”“I remember my mother calling me ‘Charles’ now and again, but it was.