I am not sure it is possible to respect my husband more. But he had reached some sort of new pinnacle of wisdom and self-sacrifice for me. If I could ...rag him into my bed and fuck him without setting off the damn monitors, I would have done it. That was what I was feeling for the man at that moment.I smiled at him and said with the utmost sincerity, “Of course this baby is yours and we will bring it up surrounded by the love we feel for each other. And any further discussion is pointless. That. She had put her feet up so I decided to take her boots off. This I later realised had given Justin a great view up her brown cord skirt to show her black stocking tops. I popped off to the toilet and came back a short while later to him sat on the floor staring up her skirt and rubbing a bulge in his trousers. He jumped when I came in and I was a little shocked, then turned on. I told him it was ok, and we both studied her. Then I had an idea, I lifted her head and sat myself so she could. Then he tried tofind the courage to broach the subject with me. I knew he'd benervous, so I laced his pre-dinner cocktail with freshtranquillizers instead of relying as usual on whatever effects wereleft from his usual morning pills."I'd like to look especially nice, tomorrow after lunch," he said. "I need to wear something appropriate. Would you help me choose?"I was a teeny bit cruel. "Nice how, sweetheart?" Seductive," he said, and swallowed hard."All right," I said. "Then slather on the. . (long pause) and ½” she replied, panting. He pushed her hand away and gave her a disapproving look. “Do you realize I could be thrown in jail for what I’m thinking about doing to you right now?”, he asked. “I wouldn’t tell anyone” she snapped back. He slapped her on her ass and told her to remind him when it was her birthday.Flash forward to November 2007. Joe was sitting in his office, swamped with paperwork. It was 2:30, and he was expecting Melissa, but she was nowhere to be found. .