It's not far away. You'll be so sexy.”“But my husband...”“He'll want to see the sexy photos.”“Really?” I asked in awe. “Do you know my...husband?”“Yes, I do. And he wants me to photograph you.”“Okay! Let's buy this and go.”His eyebrows furrowed and he muttered something that may have been, “How stupid is she?” But I wasn't sure that's what he said.I found a few more items, and we headed to the cash register to pay. Unfortunately, he forgot his credit card at home. He was real sorry. I didn't. I turned a blind eye to how close they seemed to end up as the evenings drew on, though I confess I began to suffer the first early pangs of jealousy. ‘Perhaps this Joss thing isn’t such a good idea,’ I eventually ventured about a week later, but my plea was met with a very firm rebuttal, making my wife’s position quite clear, and by the second week it was evident that my wife and Joss’s relationship was rapidly going beyond a casual friendship. My jealousy flared, and it all came to a head. Tempted to bite, she held back only to berate him some more. ‘I hunt to bring you dinner. Not always Deln bring me dinner.’ ‘Why don’t we eat together, then?’ Deln compromised. ‘Not with others?’ He shook his head, biting his tongue. As much as he was sure King Imlan would disapprove of his absence yet again, he didn’t want to let the wild woman out of his sight, and felt as though his own blush was turning just as deep red as hers. How did they come to be so awkward around each other? ‘Just. The harsh smacks with the leather belt having slowed down and the blows had softened, but still hard enough to leave a sting and the skin of his behind rippling as the belt slowly started to hit further down to the back of his thighs. Then, after what felt like extreme torture, Toby had reached his limit. William had brought the belt down hard on his arse, a loud cry echoing around the living room and Toby’s back arched, and his doe-like brown eyes rolling as he came over the lap of the.