That evening, Anna took his order to heart. She got home, kissed her husband deeply on the mouth, and upstairs with a bottle of wine to run a bath. The warm water felt incredibly therapeutic after the what her body had been through earlier in the day.
“I’ve fucked porn stars and princesses… I want to fuck you, Anna.” His words echoed in her head over and over. She shook her head in disbelief. Why would he pick her when he could have any woman he wants? Not that she should complain, she thought, her mind replaying how she had been fucked. A smile spread across her face as she dipped her hand under the water to touch herself. But even her own touch was too much for her ravaged womanhood. She let out a sigh, sipped her wine, and let the warm water work its magic on her many aching parts.
The next day she got dressed, tight black skirt, and a simple v-neck with a cardigan, 4-inch stiletto heels, and a necklace that hung deep into her ample cleavage. She made sure her makeup was perfect. She was no longer just dressing for work. She was dressing to impress. Quickly kissing her husband out of band she walked out the door, anxious to see her new office.