But it was true. It must be, he just read the evidence of his wife's infidelity himself. He would never have thought it possible, and Sharon is her ac...omplice. His was fuming, but more than that, he was hurting.Tears were welling up in his eyes. What should he do? Should he confront her, show her what he saw, what he read?Yeah, he could do that, but what about next time. No, he would catch her in the act. Tomorrow, after they leave, he will drop their daughter off at his mother's and drive up. Above her low cut neckline, a healthy amount of deep cleavage and the top of her bra had become visible. Although he quickly averted his eyes, there was something incredibly and transparently sexual about how he had looked at her. When she realized how much it had excited her, she tried her best to suppress the feeling. There was no harm in thinking it, she thought to herself, but feelings could be dangerous, and she did everything she could to put the moment behind her. Perhaps to overcome the. ‘I’ve just run down to Aldershot’, Bruno began. ‘Some old mates of mine have slipped me a useful cocktail of drugs they have developed for field interrogations. They call it nightcap. It’s morphine and scopolamine, with a dash of lysergide and one or two things that are still on the secret list. It makes the subject very suggestible and weakens the will to resist. Nobody knows what it would do if it were used continually, but it’s safe enough in small doses. I swore to Don that I wouldn’t. I walk out of the room to freshen up thinking that’s my lot and didn’t that go but god I’m wet, I pick my clothes up as I go and put them on in the bathroom, the bathroom door opens and it J, he walks in and begins to kiss my neck and all around, he knows I enjoy that I tell him to stop, I need to brush my teeth so I turn and pick out my brush and apply the paste and begin to freshen up, his hand slips around me and gently rubs my clit as a brush, his other hand grasps my arse and strays back.