“And?”“Well, it seems this woman thought I was your secretary instead of your wife. She says that she used to date you.”“She used to date me...” he asked, raising his eyebrows.“That’s what she said,” Namita huffed, though it was a playful huff. “Anything you need to tell me, hon?”“I don’t think so,” he said. “I haven’t dated too much since we got married. And I don’t think I dated anyone named… what was her name again?”“Priyanka,” she said. “Priyanka Tandon.”“Priyanka,” he repeated. “I never. The CNN-watching world could see that the baddies did not appreciate having their histories read out and discussed.At appropriate points, mostly based on what I heard on TV, I extracted other pages and passed them to the reporter. I hadn't received much information through the grapevine about the baddies' computers, but I had been sent the instruction for how to find one interesting file, so I called that up and let the reporter page through it. It was important that the world see confirmation. She caressed her way towards his navel. Through the delicate material of her dress, past the silk of her petticoat and the lace of her bra, Travis thumbed a budded nipple until her breathing rasped and her knees trembled. A lazy smile of satisfaction threatened his full lips. He gazed at his older mistress. She looked one hundred percent better. Her cheeks were rosy with arousal, her eyes shone in the dim light and she clearly wanted him. She met his gaze steadily and undid the buckle of his. "That's fucking good, I'm gonna get me one of those." I said.Ruth picked it and spun it in the air, "It's my baby; this is the one that does it for me every time." So you can use that and I won't have to go down on you?" I suggested.Ruth's face darkened as she got to her feet, "You ain getting out of it. I'm just going to wash my face and then it's your turn. And you'd better do a good job of it too, or else I'll staple your sweet little pussy shut."While nervously waiting for Ruth to return,.