Permission

Barbara's breathing was ragged after getting rid of her husband's body. She pulled the blanket higher, then clung to the arm of Abihirt, the man who had left her completely satisfied tonight. While occasionally nuzzling the hard core muscles, Barbara looked up at Abihirt's marvelous face. Her husband was deep in thought as he scrolled through a lit cell phone.

"I may be a little late in telling you, but there will be a fashion show in Paris the day after tomorrow. I was chosen as one of the designers who has to showcase my designs. Do you mind if I go away for a while, Darling?"

After peeking at Abihirt's activities while checking incoming emails, Barbara moved her attention back to her husband's face. The man's eyebrows raised high in response to her statement, so she hurriedly moved her hand to rub Abihirt's clay chest. Intending to seduce her husband into giving her permission.

"How long will you be there?"

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