It was my wife, Eve, my lovely wife who came up with the insurance scheme as I sat one evening trying to make sense of the company accounts. Big cock “Mmm,” I replied. I thought that she was going to open the sort of lid that was in the centre of the top but instead she clicked a switch. “Ken was in London that day because I bumped into him and his girlfriend in Harrods, so I ask again. I am not much of a handyman, a do-it-yourself guy. “It is the receipt for the hotel where I stayed just three weeks ago,” I said as I looked into her eyes. “Again?”
I tried to say no but she would not hear. Then he disappears and then travels back under his own name. She was still dressed in her dessous, a picture of pure allure.
