I had the feeling of her not having the best life because of this. So I wanted to take my chance. It all started in separate scenarios.Once when I we...t to her house to deliver the post which was wrongly delivered in mine. I went and saw her door open. We were quite close and talking well by then and so I went inside.I called her and she replied from the bathroom. I saw her panty outside and instantly took it to my nose and started smelling it! It was nasty and was wet too. I left the post on. All this was going on, mind you, in the years before iPhones and the ubiquitous texting and emailing we take for granted these days. That said, I called Rhea and she was not doing very well. Very depressed. Almost flat broke. And she’d gained a couple of pounds after our blowout in Munich and had to get them off before she applied with either Delta or United. ‘What about heading out to LA?’ I asked, and that seemed to set her off – big time. ‘John, I just can’t move in to your house, you know,. I like to use my hands a lot in my work and don't believe in those fake long red claws. "It's Miss or Mistress for now. Got it?" Your pants fall to the floor and you nod. "Pick that up and let's begin." You lay your clothes next to the chair, as you sit. Listening as I instruct you. I am wearing my hair in long braided extensions. I have on a simple silk black shirt and boy short set. If I lean this way or that way. You get a glimpse of my buttery brown skin. "You know me as your slut. Your. And then… nothing! No noise, no movement, no drawers opening, nothing!I was listening, trying hard to detect something, anything. I thought maybe I heard footsteps but wasn’t sure. We have a fairly thick carpet in our bedroom and footsteps don’t make noise. Was that a tiny creak from a door opening? Probably not, the doors don’t creak. I just lay there in the darkness and silence, no idea what my wife was doing. I can’t think when I’ve ever felt so freakin’ helpless!I’d had some experience over.