I dressed and the relubed my tender ass, inserted the butt plug andwent to make my dinner and have a couple of stiff drinks.Slumping down on the sofa ... switched on the TV and tossed anotherbourbon down my throat, starting to feel quite mellow, forgetting theabout how I was dressed.I had now spent so much time wearing lingerie, my body was getting usedto the feeling of it against my skin.I refilled my glass absent mindedly not noticing the bottle was nearlyempty.I thought I'd better get some. Steve looked into Saima eyes and in a smooth and swift movement, extended his hand and twitched her nipples with his fingers. Saima sighed and closed her eyes. I felt a pang in my chest, Steve hand then moved downwards over her belly and again moved to her thighs. This time as he pulled her legs, Saima had a look at me and then opened her legs and gave Steve access to her pussy which was already wet and shining with her juices. As Steve started massaging her pussy I could see that his fingers. "I can't think of it like that, Jack. I have to think of doing thecleaning and house work as payment for her letting me live here. I couldhave moved in with Dad after the divorce, but he's just plain dirty. Ipreferred living here with Mom and part of the arrangement was that Iwas to learn to be neat and clean, just opposite of my father's nastyhabits. So Mother makes sure I know there is a place for everything andeverything in its place."Jack responded by telling me he noticed how I often put. I stroked her beautiful hair and kissed her neck. God, I had missed her this time. I wanted to spend more time with her; I wanted her around more. She was my wife, my lover, my sweetheart, my soul mate. There could never be another. I had known that since the first week we had dated.I knew her job was important, both to her, and in the grand scheme of things. I knew I was probably just feeling vulnerable because of Cindi. However, I was afraid for her. I couldn't bear the thought of her getting.