The Willing Wife Ch. 06

Hi everyone. In case you've just picked up on this tale, it's the story of Amy and me, and our early married life. Maybe it should be in Novels, but I picked Erotic Couplings because Amy and I are still together, and whilst you may find this tale a little far-fetched, it is in fact a story based almost entirely on fact, as best I can remember. If you find it a little vanilla, then remember this, and it will continue to get darker as we complete the tale.

I don't consider myself to be a cuckold - the decisions made were out of our love for each other and a wish to move our lives forward. Since these events, our love has grown ever stronger. There will be more chapters - but we're getting about half way through. If you haven't read the earlier chapters I invite you to catch up first, but if you don't have time I fully understand!

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CHAPTER 6 - THE WILLING WIFE

The new script arrived on Monday, pushed through the letter box. I read it and could see Charles was gradually moving this forward. We practiced a read-through a few times as usual.

"This script - it's even stranger than normal. It's not serious is it?"

"Oh - don't worry darling - it's just a bit of fun. It's not serious."

I did try to raise it further with Amy, but she just brushed it off and told me to stop worrying. Wednesday came around. As usual Amy didn't have any supper and at five to eight she came out of the bedroom with one of her outfits on, collar on and with her nipples very visible.

"Can you put the clamps on for me Mark?" she said, handing them to me.

I played with her nipples while she stood there. They weren't terribly responsive.

"Talk to me... something sexy." she said

"What sort of sexy?"

"Make something up... I don't know..."

"Well young lady. You're going to be spending some time with Charles tonight. Are you going to be showing him all your assets? Is that fat old man going to touch you? Like this..." I looked intently into her eyes as I stroked her tender nipples. They responded very quickly and were now sticking out. I wondered whether it was me playing or the thought of the subject I was talking about that turned her on so quickly. I fitted the clamps easily. "Tight enough?"

"Yes they're fine. Lets go. Sooner I've started the sooner I'll finish."

"Well he always seems to take the full two hours anyway."

She didn't say anything in response. We went downstairs and I rang the bell. The usual routine began.

"Ah good evening Mark, see you've brought the lovely Amy down for her session, and she's wearing those clamps. How lovely!"

"Good evening Charles. Yes - all fitted and correct."

"Good evening Amy. How are you tonight? Looking forward to our little session together are we?"

"Oh yes Charles, very much."

I handed the end of the lead to Charles, who pulled Amy into the doorway so they were facing each other sideways on to me, like last time.

" Mark has just fitted the clamps Charles."

"Did he do them up tight?"

"No he didn't. We thought you'd like that pleasure..."

"Thank you both of you. I see they're a bit like the ones we normally use Amy.." Charles felt Amys boobs and then tugged on the clamps, lifting her boobs ever so slightly.

"Yes - definitely not as tight as we usually have them are they? Should I tighten them?"

"Yes please Charles, you know I like them to hurt a little."

Charles tightened the clamps, and pulled them up, lifting her breasts and causing Amy to gasp.

"Better?"

"Oh yes thank you Charles."

I watched as my lovely wife squirmed under the touch of this greasy man. He tightened them a little more, then pulled them again, harder this time, and her boobs stretched out towards him. "Aaaahhhh! Please..." she moaned. He slackened them off a little after a few seconds.

"Not too much for now Amy, we'll want to work on them a lot in the next couple of hours. I know it's one the favourite things you like me to do! Don't want them too sore too quickly do we? But I will make sure those nipples and tits of yours get some attention tonight!"

"Oh I'm hoping so Charles! I love it when you play with my boobs!"

"And I know how hard you like me to be with them too! I won't disappoint you, I can assure you of that! Such a lot to do tonight. We'd better get started! Good night Mark!"

"Good Night Charles. Have a nice time Amy!"

"I'm quite sure I will Mark - see you later!"

And with the at the door shut, leaving me once again alone in the hall. I walked slowly upstairs to our flat to await Amy's return. I had read the script, but again, acting it out had brought a whole new reality to it. What was really going to happen? Was this all just a game, or were my wife's tits and nipples going to be really mistreated over the next two hours? What else would be happening? I had to assume some form of sex would take place, but I had no way of finding out and details, no way of stopping it. I had to trust Amy when she said it was all consensual. But what did consensual really mean? What hold had Charles over her, if any? Was it really all about the money? Wondering just what would be going on behind it for the next couple of hours made me very uneasy.

Amy came upstairs around ten, dressed in her usual short dressing gown with a bag with her underwear in. Looking tired as usual, with no make-up, and damp hair. I'd worked out that she dropped the bag and gown off downstairs before her sessions so it would be available for her to wear to come back to the flat.

"Hi! How was it?"

"OK, not too bad. I need to have a proper shower."

"Chat when you get out."

"OK darling. Make me a cuppa please.""

She was quite a while but eventually came out dressed in her big fluffy dressing gown, wrapped tightly round her. She handed me an envelope with a pile of cash in.

"£1250."

"Look - it's not about the money. Are you alright?"

"I'm OK."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No." We drank our tea in silence then went to bed. We didn't cuddle, but she did give me a peck on the cheek. Her demeanour on the return from Charles's sessions was changing. She was becoming more withdrawn from me for longer after each one. I couldn't help but notice. I needed to raise it with her, but clearly now was not the time or place.

In the morning, she slipped out of bed and was up and dressed before I was properly awake. We both went off to work, and when I came home she had food ready. We chatted about our day and then watched a bit of telly. There was an elephant in the room though. Once again Amy was quick to get washed and into bed before I had cleared up, so I didn't see her naked. We had a brief cuddle before kissing goodnight and going to sleep. I woke before her, and reached over to cuddle her. I put my hand on her breast but she immediately moved it.

"Sweetheart, we need to talk."

"Not now Mark. We've both got work." As she got up I briefly saw she had the remains of what looked like a hickey mark on one of her boobs.

"Amy - what's that?"

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing." I jumped out of bed and grabbed her, turning her round. It wasn't a hickey mark, just some slight bruising on each boob. I gently touched them and brushed against her nipple on one side. She pulled away a little on my touch.

"Fuck Amy, this has to stop!"

"It's just sore. It'll be fine by the weekend. Charles got a bit enthusiastic, and I didn't realise what he was doing was going to bruise them like they are. I stopped him though, so it's all fine."

"Amy - it's not fine!"

"Mark - it's nothing! Just... look... leave it OK? It was as much my fault as his...."

"Sweetheart, I love you. I don't want you getting hurt. It's not worth it..."

"Its FINE OK? Just leave it. I wouldn't let Charles do anything I wasn't happy with. It was a mistake, and I stopped it when I saw what was happening. Now please just let it drop."

Nothing more was said, and I did notice that now I'd seen the marks, Amy didn't bother trying to hide it any more, and by the weekend they were disappearing, the bruising having turned a sickly yellow colour.

We were out all day on Saturday - some friends had organised a day at the races, and we had a great time. Amy dressed up in a lovely dress that showed off her stunning figure, and we tumbled into bed late in the evening slightly worse for wear. On Sunday morning we lay cuddling. Our row in the week was forgotten. Amy reached across and gently touched my cock. The closeness of our bodies and her ministrations quickly begun to have an effect on me, and I could feel my cock getting very excited.

"Now then my lovely husband. I think it's been too long since I spent some time making you happy... what would you like on the menu this morning? He seems to be quite interested as well.." She said squeezing my now firmly erect cock. "I'm guessing that imagination of yours is running riot..."

"Mmmm well it's about both of us you know. What would you like to do?"

"This morning it's not about me. I'd simply like to please my husband by providing whatever service he would like. So... what's it to be? It can be... anything you want!" She grinned and continued to stroke my hard cock.

"Well... in that case... What do you do for Charles?"

"Let's not go there Mark. Don't spoil the moment..." there was a hardness to her voice.

"Sorry..."

She looked at me, the smile gone and squeezed my cock hard. I decided to move on quickly or the moment would be over.

"I think I'd like a long slow blow job... then I'd like to fuck your pussy, but I'd like to come in your mouth, and I'd like to see you swallow it. How does that sound?"

"Hmmm.. I think..." she said beginning to slide down my stomach, kissing me as she went. "That's a perfectly.... Fine.... Way.... To spend... a... Sunday morning..." and with that her lips encircled my seriously hard cock. Amy's blow jobs, like a lot of our sex life, were becoming less common. Our earlier almost nightly sessions had almost shrunk to mostly just the weekends. I know many marriages did this, but I'd secretly hoped we would be a little different, and not happen quite as quickly. However, Amy seemed to be much more adventurous with our love-making now. She slowly took the tip into her mouth and began to roll her tongue round it. I lay and watched as she worked on the end, then took more into her mouth. Breaking free, she said

"Get off the bed and stand at the edge." I looked a bit non-plussed but did as she said and she pulled me up close to the edge, moving on her knees and elbows so her head was facing my cock. With one hand she slid my cock into her mouth again, this time moving up and down it shaft. She'd never done this before. Gradually she began to take more and more of me into her. I looked down disbelievingly. She practically had my entire cock in her now - and was moving it in and out rhythmically. She made slurping sounds as she worked my cock in her mouth, taking it out to breathe, before pushing her face back onto my rigid pole. As she did this, on several occasions I could feel the back of her throat against the tip. I began to moan as she worked tirelessly on me. Drool began to slip from the sides of her mouth as she worked on my cock. Then it began to slip into her throat. I'm not huge, but pretty ok size-wise in the cock department. No-one had ever done this before to me. It was simply a revelation. The feeling was sensational.

"Fuck Amy, don't stop...."

She pulled away releasing my cock. "I thought you wanted to fuck me" she said, looking up intently into my eyes.

"Oh shit... I do, but just keep doing this a little longer...."

She knew she had me. There was no way I was going to swap out of this position. The sensation of her throat round the tip of my cock was just too much. I grabbed her head and began to stuff myself into her mouth, pushing up against the back of her throat, before breaching it again several times. She slobbered and gasped as my own urges took over from her measured action, but she didn't try to stop me. I withdraw my cock a couple of times, and the drool sipped from her mouth onto the bedding. She looked up at me.

"Do you like fucking my face?"

"Oh fuck Amy - its just the best..."

"Well don't stop then. Just.... Use me."

"Darling, I don't want to... I just..." She moved forward, and her mouth once again enveloped my cock, slipping down to the hilt. "Ooohhh.... Fuuuccckkkk...." I cried out.

I looked down and saw my wonderful wife struggling with my cock, putting herself through the motions just to please me. It was a beautiful sight. She broke off.

"Don't stop darling."

"I won't. You take control. Just... fuck my face and enjoy!"

"I love you!" I said as I pushed myself into her open mouth again, stifling any further conversation. We hadn't made love for nearly a week, meant that it wasn't long before I exploded into her. She coughed and spluttered as my cum shot out, drawing back a little so actually I came in her mouth rather than her throat. Sucking my cock dry and licking the end, she took her mouth away and moved back, raising her head. As I looked down she looked me in the eye, opened her mouth and swirled my cum round her teeth with her tongue. Then she swallowed, and showed me her empty mouth.

"Oh fuck.. That was amazing! Wow! You've never done it like that before!"

"Glad you liked it!" She said wiping the drool from her chin, a little smile crossing her face briefly.

"Liked it - it was fucking brilliant! Please... can we do it again!"

She laughed.

"I think you'll need re-load time, but yes darling - anytime you want to... well maybe not anytime, but we can do that again for sure. Sorry about missing out on your full request. You shot off a little early!"

"I did, didn't I? what can I do for you?"

"Oh I'm fine."

"No come on - what would you like me to do? Would you like your toy? Or would you like me to do the same to you?"

"Seriously, I'm fine. But I'll tell you what - you'll be the first to know when I do want something!"

We lay back in bed and snuggled close together. Just holding each other and touching. We did get up around lunchtime, and spent a very lazy day together.

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Our next week seemed normal, and indeed we seemed to be back on track. We did make love a couple of times, and on one evening I came home to find Amy dressed in one of her sexy underwear numbers. She hadn't done that for a while. We made passionate love, played with her toy, and I made a point of ensuring that she came.

The weekend came and we'd planned a day going out walking on the Saturday with some friends. We arrived home in early evening after a meal with them, feeling pleasantly tired. There was a parcel by our door addressed to her, and Amy picked it up as we went in.

"It doesn't look like it's from a delivery company. There isn't a label on." I said.

Amy opened it. Inside was another bag. "It's from Charles. There's a note."

"What does it say?"

"Dear Amy. Something to wear for Wednesday. Get Mark to fit the clamps. Theres an extra £100 for wearing it. The script for Wednesday is in the envelope. "

She opened the bag and inside was a piece of bondage wear with a collar. Attached to it with buckles was a wide leather strip with what looked like restraints on. On the front there were three chains with clips on the end. She held it up and turned it round.

"What the fuck is that?" I said

"I think it's a restraint collar, with nipple clamps on? Look, the collar round my neck and the wide strap goes down my back, and my wrists go through these buckled things at the bottom. It's so my arms can be held behind my back." She held it up.

"Three chains? And what's that on the collar....?"

In silver letters round the front of the collar were the words 'CHARLES SLUT'

"No... you can't wear that! And fuck... the clips... why are there three?"

"Well two for my nipples obviously, and I think the third one is for my clit. Look I think its fine if I wear this. I'd be wearing something very similar anyway of my own, so I think it's an easy £100 frankly. It's made of leather - very nice."

"Nice? NICE? That's not what I'd call it. and what's a clit clamp? What kind of thing is that for gods' sake?"

"Oh come on Mark. You know what it is."

"Have you seen one before then?"

"No... but I'm quite sure that's what it is. Perhaps we'd better try it on?"

"Amy, Amy, what is going on here? What's this all about? What goes on downstairs when you're with him. He's playing with us. You've got to tell me..."

"You know what we're doing. I've already told you. I'm not going there Mark. I have to keep it separate. We love each other and are going to build our lives together. This is just something I have to do to get us there. The only thing he's playing with is me. Please... nothing goes on that I don't agree with... Now drop it. you'll make it worse, and it won't achieve anything. If I stop now we won't have enough money to get out of here and get our own place, and then everything I've done up to now will be for nothing. We'll be living under the same roof as him for much longer."

The atmosphere had changed again. Every time I brought it up it soured things.

"Just support me to get through this... Just imagine it's a medical thing I'm doing. That way it doesn't matter."

"OK Sweetheart. I love you and I'll support you I promise. I won't bring it up again."

We slumped on the sofa.

"Right - lets try this thing on shall we?" She said.

We went into the bedroom. We stood in front of the mirror on the dressing table in the bedroom, and I slowly began removing Amys clothes. She was wearing a t shirt, which I pulled over her head. I unclipped her bra and removed that too. I reached round and fondled her boobs and stroked her nipples, which began to respond. The I reached down and undid her belt and slowly pulled her jeans down her legs, together with her panties. Finally, she lifted each foot and slid off her jeans and panties and pulled off her socks. Standing behind her I admired her lovely naked body. Her smooth breasts, so lovely and pert, her flat stomach and her shaven mound. I ran my hands over her body as she watched in the mirror. Then I reached across to the bed and picked up the collar, which buckled from the back. I gently put it round her neck and did it up. I arranged the three chains so they hung down between her beautiful breasts. I stood behind her and fed her arms into their restraints, which were like sleeves and sewn into the back strap at the bottom. They were about six inches long and encased her wrists and lower arms, one above the other. We had to swap arms - for some reason one way was more comfortable than the other. The words 'CHARLES SLUT' were clearly visible on the front. I had to admit, the outfit looked very sexy and was very well made. My gorgeous wife all restrained.

"Do you want to try the clamps?" I said.

"The full ensemble you mean?" She responded smiling coquettishly.

"Well....... we should probably practice shouldn't we? I'm not sure how to do one of these." She said, holding the clit clamp. "Perhaps on the bed laying down?"

I helped her onto the bed. It was surprisingly difficult to manoeuvre her with her hands secured.

"Now then.. "I said in a mock all stern voice but with a grin, trying to introduce some levity into the situation. "Open your legs young lady!"

She dutifully did so, bringing her knees together then letting them flop apart. Her pussy was thus fully exposed to my gaze. I began to play with it, and gently rubbed her clit. "I know what'll do the job." I said, and got her vibrator out. Kneeling between Amy's legs I played the end against her mound, touching her clit with the tip. Immediately she began to writhe as the sensations ran through her. Then I slid it down and pushed gently into her pussy. I concentrated on plying the tool around her entrance and dragging it across her clit with one hand, while playing with her nipples with the other.

"Hmmm.. I think you need a little personal attention. You can't stop me doing anything can you? Anything I want... Hmmm.. the possibilities are endless. What can I do to you?"

"Please be gentle..... Oh!.... Just don't stop doing what you're doing..."

"Do you think I should do whatever I like?"

"Yes... whatever you want to do, just do it.."

"Oh Amy, so many possibilities. Those nipples are nice and hard, time for a little clamping don't you think?" I put down the vibrator, and picked up the clamps, attaching them to each nipple, before returning to work on the area between her outstretched legs. Her clit was beginning to pop out of its cover. I continued stroke it, whilst at the same time gradually inserting the tool into her now sopping pussy. She was getting more aroused than I 'd seen for a long time.

"Clamp time!" I said, and leaving the tool gently vibrating inside her, I picked up the remaining clamp and very gently fitted it over her exposed clit. My erection was throbbing aa I did this. It was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done with my lovely wife. I gently tightened it, and Amy began to moan loudly. Once I deemed it too tight to come off, I resumed my attention to the vibrator, pushing it in and out, whilst at the same time rubbing the exposed end of her clit which was prominently held up by the clamp.

"Please stop - it hurts!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... Oh... no..."

I was bewildered. Should I stop or carry on?

"Please...."

"Please what?"

"No stop... its not right..."

I stopped and removed the clamp, pulling the vibrator from inside her, and then reaching up and removing the nipple clamps too.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" I said as I lifted her up and began to undo the straps and collar holding her arms in place.

"Yes I'm fine. It just wasn't right... I don't know why."

That's OK. I'm sorry."

"Oh don't be. Its not your fault."

We lay together on the bed and cuddled. Nothing more was said. On Tuesday we read through the script.

"This is just so gross. It's getting really weird."

"Its just words Mark. It doesn't mean anything."

"I've got to dress you up again, too."

"Yes I know, but we can get it done together."

Well... I guess so. Are you sure?"

"Yes Mark I am. Now let's go through it again."

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Wednesday night came. Amy went into the bathroom and after about thirty minutes came out naked.

"Time to get dressed."

I went into the bedroom with her and put the collar and restraints on.

"You'll need to lie on the bed while I fit the clamps."

"You'll need to turn me on a bit first."

I played with her nipples, kissing her as I did so. She seemed to respond a little - enough for me to lightly attach the clamps to them. Then I began to work on her clit. This was more challenging, but after a couple of minutes my ministrations began to work, and I could feel her becoming aroused. I felt the tip pop out from it hood and looked down. I decided to move down the bed and work it a little with my mouth. A couple of minutes and she was definitely getting turned on. I licked her pussy too, and then continued working her clitoral hood, gently nipping it with my teeth. Her clit popped out, and I reached up and attached the clamp as lightly as I could. It was five minutes to eight.

"Let's go." She said.

I helped her up. It's surprising how difficult it is to move about when your arms are restrained. I stood back and looked at her. It was a magnificent sight. Her make-up was beautifully done, with heavy eye make-up and red lipstick. Her hair was done up in a tight bun and with heels on, she looked absolutely stunning..

"You look amazing."

"Thank you." She smiled. Then we moved off and went down the two flights of stairs. I took the end of the lead in my hand and stood outside the door breathing heavily. What were we doing? I knocked on the door. Charles opened it almost immediately, standing to one side as usual.

"Ah, Mark, and Amy. How lovely to see you both! Goodness Amy you look lovely like that! Give us a twirl!"

She turned round to show him her back, with her naked bum and her hands restrained behind her.

"It fits perfectly! Lovely collar, chains... everything!"

"It does. Great idea Charles!" I said, spouting my lines.

"Was it easy to get on? Get all the bits - you know - attached so to speak?"

"Oh no Charles. It was very easy. Amy always gets a little excited when she's coming to see you, so no problem there." I said, remembering my lines and trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Oh Amy, were you getting excited to see me?"

"Oh yes Charles, of course. You know how much I look forward to our evenings together! I love the collar!" said Amy as I handed him the lead end.

"Oh good!"

"Yes I love the words - CHARLES SLUT - perfect! So apt!"

He held the lead and pulled her close, as they stood in the doorway.

"Does Mark like it?"

"I love it Charles. It's ideal for her when she comes down here. Perhaps I should get one with my name on for her to wear when she's with me!"

He turned to face me, that smug grin on his oily face. "Is she a slut for you then Mark?"

"Oh yes Charles, very much so!"

Charles pulled on Amy's collar, making her stagger a little towards him. He bent down and looked closely at the clamp on her clit. They were standing sideways, as Charles always seemed to like, and reaching down with his hand he pulled very lightly on the chain attached to her. It didn't come off. "Could do with being tighter.." he said to himself and with his hand tightened it - I couldn't see how much, but Amy gasped.

Then his hand when down between Amy's legs. He tapped the top of her thighs slightly, and she responded by moving them apart. His hand went between her legs and I saw his middle finger slide into her pussy. None of this was in the script at all. Amy stood motionless as this took place, like it was perfectly normal. Then he stood up and held his finger up to Amy's mouth. The looked each other in the eye and without any hesitation she opened her mouth and he slowly put his finger in, all the way down to the end. I watched, stunned, as she closed her lips. He held it there for a few seconds before pulling it slowly out. The look on her face was unreadable from where I was standing. It was almost as if she was expecting it. Was this something he often did? Charles turned to me and smiled obsequiously.

"I think she might be a little turned on Mark." He said, moving back to the script. My mouth fell open.

"Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy finding out.." I said woodenly.

"I'm sure I will! Thank you Mark, I'll send her back upstairs when we've had some fun!"

"See you later sweetheart." I said lamely.

"Love you!" responded Amy, turning her head towards me with a smile as Charles closed the door. I stood there. I'd just watched as another man stick his finger inside my wife's pussy. In front of me. And now she was behind a closed door with him, all but naked, and restrained. What would go on? Would she be OK? My insides were churning. I knew she couldn't possibly fancy him. I knew this was a financial arrangement, and she'd probably come home with a fistful of money, but was that the only thing that mattered here? I needed a drink... I went upstairs to wait for her return.

Just before ten my phone rang. It was Charles.

"Ah! Mark! We were wondering if you could pop down and collect Amy?"

"What's happened? What have you done...!" I shouted.

"Oh nothing Mark. It's not that. We just wanted to have a quick chat with you."

"What the fuck Charles...?"

"See you in a minute old chap." With that the phone went dead.

I got up and went downstairs to Charles's front door and knocked. They were standing there in the hall. Amy was wearing her short dressing gown, the bottom half of her bum and her whole pussy visible. She had her old collar on, and Charles held the lead. She looked very tired, no make-up and her hair all loose, as opposed to being up when she went down earlier.

"Mark! Good of you to pop down. So, Amy and I have had a chat, and we've reached an agreement about something, and we wanted to tell you and explain to you what it was."

"You what? What are you talking about?"

"Amy, do you want to tell him or shall I?"

"You can Charles. It's not a problem. Go ahead." Amy looked at me. "Mark, let me just say I'm fine with what Charles is going to say." Amy was very matter of fact and quite cheerful.

"So Mark, you may or may not be aware that when Amy and I play, we've always kept one thing off the agenda. However, we've chatted over the last couple of weeks and reached an agreement about it. In return for quite a large additional sum each visit, Amy is going to let me, how do I put this... play with her lovely bottom during our sessions. I'll leave her to explain the details, but as usual everything is and will be consensual."

"Amy... No! we said no! What the... what have you done? Why didn't you let us discuss this first? You can't do this... We said no!"

"I didn't want to discuss it with you Mark because I knew there'd be a row. I just want to hit our goal so we can move on. Nothing's going to happen that I'm not on board with... We just thought you should know that's all, before you start asking questions about why the money is going up."

"Fuck Amy... you're my wife. Surely this is something we should discuss first? We agreed you wouldn't do this..."

"It's done Mark. Let it drop."

I was dumbfounded. My beautiful wife had decided to give this man access to something I thought only I would be able to access and play with, and we'd agreed it wouldn't happen. She'd gone against everything we'd agreed without discussing it.

Charles handed me the lead, and I took it and Charles handed Amy the bag with her gear from earlier. As we turned away he turned to me with that smug self-satisfied smirk on his face, and said:

"Oh - one last thing Mark. I believe Amy has a nice plug already which the two of you use. If you'd be so good, would you make sure she's wearing it when she comes down next time? There's a good chap."

He was taunting me.

The door closed behind us.