“Oh my god,” he exclaims. She gasps, self conscious now, and moves her hand to barely cover the black thatch covering her crotch. He begins to get...up out of bed and she almost breaks out in tears, worried that he’s turned off by her thick muff. Hardly! He moves to the foot of the bed and grasps her right knee to open it wider, flopping her right onto her back. She covers her eyes with her left hand, still trying to hide from him, in vain, the vast expanse of hair he had only glimpsed the edges. Should I let him in, or should I run upstairs and change, the doorknocker banging against door bought me to my senses. He had seen me so he knew I was here, was he from the school truancy department or worse still was he a policeman. The letterbox was pushed open again and the man spoke through the slot."Social Services lass, please open the door I know you are living on your own and we want to help you," he said.My mind raced trying to think of a good reason to tell him why I was dressed in. Lori was smiling and moving a little bit. “Wow! This is really secure. I can’t really move anything but my head, hands, and feet. Ok. Thanks for the demonstration. I would like to get up now.”“Are sure about that? I thought you wanted to try the spanking bench. Have you ever been spanked Lori? Have you ever been punished?” Henry rose and moved to a huge cabinet behind him, opening its doors to reveal his collection: toys, restraints, and spanking implements including paddles, floggers, a tawse,. (We are the only ones who know the secret).My wife does not like to disappoint anyone. There are times when we just want to be alone, when she will get a text message from one of her “stable”, asking to come over for a quickie….or meet in a parking lot for a quick blowjob before they go home to their own wife. She will almost always drop everything and comply. This can be annoying, but “I” am the one who opened the can of worms all those years ago.On rare occasions, we will have one of her.