Why? Why now?" she stuttered."I love you, Christie. And why now? Because the ghosts are gone. There's nothing hanging around to make me feel like I'm ...anging onto Diane's memory. I loved her just as I love you. But she's gone and it's finally over. I can come to you with a clear mind and the certainty that it's something I truly want."I watched a range of emotions pass over her face as she struggled to say something. Was she trying to make up her mind? Or, was she wondering how to say what she. We were both covered in sweat and I was still panting from all our exertion, lying next to her I told her how much she turned me on. She called me her pussy slave and I laughed and told her no way."Yes you are a slave to my pussy and I can make you do anything I want."I told her she was crazy and her answer was,"OK I'll just prove it to you."She hopped up and walked naked into the bathroom as I watched her pretty little butt sway back and forth. I heard drawers and cupboards opening and. “Henry, I didn’t know we were going out tonight.”“We’re not,” he said.“We’re not? Then why are you dressed up?”“WE’RE not going out,” he said, “I’m going out.”“B ... But how can you go out alone? Where are you going?”“I never said that I was going out alone. I’m going out with my PA, Janet Carson, and we’re going to the Starlight Club.”“The Starlight Club? That’s the best restaurant and club in town. We’ve never even gone there. How can you take another woman there? We’re married!”“Well, that. Donna stepped inside the room – long, slow steps as she carefully balanced on her 6 inch stiletto heels – before sitting on the bed. As she did so, her dress rode up even shorter and Donna crossed her legs to emphasise her toned, taut calf muscles and slim, sexy ankles. “I thought we could carry on where we left off” said Donna seductively. Bev’s head was in a spin at the sight of such a beautiful woman. Feebly, all she could nervously say was “I like your dress, Donna”.“Tell you what” said.