‘Come on, let’s get you inside so I can deal with you at leisure.’ He stumbles a bit but I’ve got a tight hold on him and dr...g him to the door, shove him inside. Not much furniture in here I know, but all I need – table, couple of chairs, and the bed of course. I push him onto it and he tries to squirm off the other side. Makes me angry for a moment and I raise my hand to slap him again – didn’t need to though; when he saw it, he went quite still. ‘That’s better, you’re. This morning, by coincidence, I had a visit from the Houston FBI. A couple of agents. Holloway, I had met before. There was another one called Anderson who was older, maybe more senior. He was new. Anyway, it seems that some British gal who disappeared two years back has been found and she mentioned she had been held with an American called Tracy. The Feds and the CIA obviously think that this Tracy is my Tracy, otherwise they would not have come to see me. The British bitch won't talk: she has. Toby gave me kiss and squeezed my boob, we said goodbye, and I climbed out of his car. “Enjoy yourself!” was his parting shot from the drivers seat. I bent down to smile back at him. “I intend to.” I said, meaningfully. I might have imagined it, but just for a second I thought I saw a sudden worried look flash briefly across his face beneath that floppy fringe. I slammed the door, and he pulled out into the traffic, another pair of red tail lights joining the rapidly flowing stream in the damp. I showed each guy all of my wife’s pictures, before I traded them my wife’s dirty sexy little satin panties. As it turns out, it was the most erotic feeling I have ever experienced knowing they were taking my wife’s satin panties home, and knowing they would be look at the photos as they jerked off like crazy. During the meeting with the lawyer, he told me that he was looking for a fuck partner for his wife and suggested down the road that we should make something happen. The construction.