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I stood up in the bath, water dripping off my naked body. The spa jets still creating surging waters beneath me. That personalised ring tone Andrew had insisted on putting on my iPhone. Corny. Tacky. Horrible. But, still, I stood up, obediently, ready to answer it. But being well brought up, manners wise, I couldn’t bring myself to step out of the bath and run across the carpet to answer it. Not dripping wet. I remember thinking to myself, Damn! I forgot to call home earlier! I was too pre-occupied thinking about seeing Dale again tonight. Too pre-occupied about what I should or would wear. I just stood there. Dale spoke. “Aren’t you going to answer it?” This was said as the message tone sounded. “Aw Fuck… no.” I whispered more than spoke. “Why?” “Because you are here! How can I talk to HIM whilst I’m here in a spa with you?” “So?” Dale questioned me, looking at me as though I was the weird one. I literally lost my cool. “Dale, that was my husband! How the hell can I talk to him when you have just licked me out? It’s not your fucking Anadolu Yakası Escort wife on the phone…” and I stepped out of the bath and reached for one of the thick brown towels on the rack beside the bath to start drying myself. “So what?” Dale’s coldness surprised me. “Just ring him back and get back in here with me,” he said as he hit the off button and the burbling waters stilled. “Fuck you!” I almost shouted. “Tanya, calm down, he’ll never know.” This I believe was meant to be re-assuring, but to me it wasn’t. “What? How can you be so fucking calm? You’re married too! It’s not your wife on the phone!” “Just ring him back and get back here.” This was a moment of realisation for me. To Dale, I wasn’t a person. I was a merely a piece of female meat. Someone to use, for his pleasure. Someone I had given my body to, far too easily. Someone, whom despite his initial compassionate and good humoured nature wasn’t interested in anyone but himself. How could I be so stupid? my brain asked Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan itself. With that self-questioning, the affair was over. I stood there, drying my nude body. Only wanting to get to my phone to ring Andrew. I pictured what might be happening at home. Perhaps Nina might be ill? My ill father might be back in hospital? A myriad of tortures went through my mind. “Tanya. Get your arse back here,” Dale commanded. “Fuck you!” was my venom filled response. “If you don’t, I’m warning you, you will be sorry.” I stopped towelling myself. I looked at Dale in disbelief. “Sorry? What?” “Yes Tanya, sorry,” Dale calmly replied, still looking relaxed, sitting in the corner spa. “Now get your arse back in here, now, or you will forever regret not doing as you are told.” “Fuck you!” I said again, louder than before. “No fuck you. Yes, I have and yes I will again,” Dale smugly replied. I was beginning to get nervous and headed towards my dishevelled clothing. “Tanya, come back Escort Anadolu Yakası here, or Andrew will find out all about your little adventure here in Mildura and you can kiss your little perfect marriage good-bye. You are nothing but a slut and from here on, you are my slut.” Holding the towel in front of my still nude body, I turned to face Andrew. “You prick! How will Andrew ever find out about you screwing me? I thought we were friends? What are you talking about?” I was babbling really, not certain what to say next. “Tanya, I know who you are. Whilst you were sleeping last night, snoring actually,” he said with a smug look on his face. “I photographed your driver’s licence with my phone camera. Your surname is McDonald and you live in Hurstville, although the street name escapes me at the moment. So get your arse back in here now, or Andrew finds out everything. And by the way, I think you screwed me as much as I screwed you, not that I’m complaining.” I stood there shocked. I just stared at this man. This man I had given myself too. Too easily. Far too easily. Moments passed, it seemed like forever, but it was only moments. Seconds. Not minutes. Andrew arose from the now very still bath waters. He stood there. His dick at least half erect. He stepped out of the bath onto the tiles beside it. “Tanya, bring your towel over here and dry me please.
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