Perhaps she realised that, in a short while, those cheeks wouldn’t be the only ones burning bright red.“You played with your pussy, didn’t you?�...�Pressing her lips together, she slowly nodded.“Hmmm," I acknowledged. "And were you thinking of me when you dressed in this — this attire?”She nodded again, her doe-eyes begging… Begging for what exactly, I wondered?“Tell me what you were thinking, my disobedient little slut.”Her fingers instinctively moved closer to the hem of her skirt.‘Ah ah!’ I. Her chest was rather large, she hated it, but if it meant getting attention, then why the hell not right? Her eyes were large and almond shaped, a beautiful shade of dark chocolate brown, and hidden behind short dark eyelashes. Her lips were full and never needing anything more than the occasional Chap Stick. She had a round face that had never seen a single pimple or blemish. She wasnt perfect, but she still didnt like the way she looked, no matter how many people told her she was beautiful,. Oh my god I thought I killed her. She coughed and gagged I could see her swallowing to clear the obstruction. Suddenly she grabbed a glass of water and drank it this did the trick and she caught her breath.After she had calmed down a bit I explained that I wanted us to be together and she had just swallowed a £3500 engagement ring. How the hell are we going to get it back I said when we returned to our hotel room? We’ll just have to let nature take its course and it’ll eventually show up. Sarah had been promising me a treat on Friday evening for a couple of days, and the day was here. I got home from golf about 4pm. Sarah met me in the kitchen and gave me a kiss and a beer, she told me my treat was ready, she was wearing a bathrobe and I assumed she had taken a bath or shower. I asked her if I had time to shower and change and she told me she needed me in my golf clothing. We went into the lounge and the TV was on but it was paused part way through a DVD and there was a duvet in.