In the strictest sense of the word, I had just committed adultery. But I didn't feel guilty at all. In fact, I was excited by the thought of flaunting...society's bullshit rules to be with someone that I cared about. I had not betrayed my wife; she knew and approved. I had not hurt Helen, as evidenced by her smile and calm features.So why did I feel like I should feel guilty? The answer came to me in a flash. Because I hadn't been totally honest with anyone, including myself. I did want Helen. I. She shivered a little in response to the cold temperature which I always kept the room at. Especially for discipline sessions.“Ms. Saba says take off your pants and do a little dance while you’re doing it.”After popping the two buttons and pulling down the zipper, Holly began to work her body from side to side as she slowly and provocatively lowered her pants, She spun around to reveal the back of her white panties to me as she finished the process. Her shoes were in the way, so she removed. Then she said, “We mustn’t forget the front,” and turned over.It had been several years since I was this close to a naked pair of breasts and my cock was so hard it was painful, Bella saw this and asked, “Are you OK?”“Yes, just been a while since I was this close to a naked woman.”“It’s just my tits,” she laughed. “Surely you have seen tits before?”“Yes, I have, but it’s been a few years,” I admitted. “Are you not scared of the kids coming down?”“No, I put a chair by the bedroom door, and we. He doesn’t. ‘Breakfast time,’ he says. I give him a reproachful look, and he favors me with a rare grin. He leaves the room, presumably to get the breakfast tray. It has been this way for a little over three weeks. We only really got acquainted after he tied me up. I was resistant to the idea at first, but he was always gentle, always kind, and very insistent. I still don’t know his name, we don’t use them, names. They are unnecessary. He brings back the breakfast tray. It’s just corn flakes.