I would also kiss her on the cheek and she would kiss me in the same way. Anyway, after she had bathed and washed her hair she would come into her bed...oom where I would be waiting. I knew she was naked under her robe. She had a gorgeous cleavage too. I would towel her hair and brush it with one hundred strokes, she would close her eyes and smile softly, I knew she was loved the attention. We were now closer too, kissing and hugging more, so one night I just wore my own robe, also naked. She slapped my cheek with her right hand hard then she beat her fists against my chest repeatedly, all the time mouthing obscenities. ‘You facking, facking nasty bastard! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!’ ‘Calm down, dear, you’re not at work now!’ This was a sarcastic reference to her having successfully recently completed an Anger Management module as part of her training. I had grabbed her wrists at this point but it didn’t prevent her from attempting to kick then knee me in the nuts. Then she tried. The husband also needed to stay out of sight. Thus, she did the out call with a few female associates, or rarely, on her own. I did operate as a taxi service, taking her to the frat at about 10 PM, and picking her up around 3 to 4 AM.I knew that she stripped nude, to rock N roll of the era. I also knew that she when she was not up with her turn for dancing, she would go into bedrooms upstairs and get extra pay for full sex. That was standard. So was zero condoms in that era. She was very well. "Oh baby, don't say it like that." he kissed my cheek. "I'll make it up to you. After all this is calm, we'll go somewhere and be alone, just the two of us. And I'll have the pleasure of making love to you the way I want to. The way you deserve to be made love to."He wrapped around me, kissed my tears away from my cheeks and brushed my hair like he always did. We lay there quietly until his phone rang again. He rolled his eyes and retrieved the phone again."Hello...yeah, alright, I'll be there.