"Well, I can tell you a long story, but the thing you have to remember is that here, the person who kills you is someone who cares. I know I would rat...er that then from some brute that saw me as a piece of meat." I guess that makes sense. But I know I can't kill someone I know." Jim replied."That is one of the differences between women and men. We don't have the scruples about slitting each other's throat. I know that if I am expired, this slitting bitch here will do the job nicely, quietly. It got busy around 6pm when the guys left their offices and stopped by for a few relaxing drinks before going home to their loving wives and families for dinner. Some stayed much longer than was good for them, moving onto some of the exotic, highly alcaholic, and fucking expensive cocktails, for which the bar had become famous.By 6.30pm. it was quite usual to have 100 people there, who also spent plenty on fancy crepes and tapas.Not all had loving wives, as I found out pretty soon. Some were. I smiled at him, knowing that today I would be teaching him a lot more about sex as I saw his cock stirring once again. He was lying on his back as I kissed his hard cock again, getting it ready for my wet cunt. I climbed over him as I got onto my knees, spreading my plump thighs as I positioned myself above that beautiful cock. I looked down and took one hand as I spread my neatly trimmed pussy lips apart, taking my other hand and guiding to towards my waiting pussy.I eased myself downwards as. You have a lot to digest. But I have something which might help. He reached under the counter and laid a package on the top. “For you” he said. Then walked out of the shop and left her gaping, stunned, shocked and mesmerised by their exchange. She opened the package and pulled out a book, used, well thumbed. “The concept and guide to power exchange relationships”. She tucked it in her bag, took a deep breath and got on with her work.She devoured the book after her husband had gone to bed at.