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Paying For Her Husband's Debts

It was raining outside as Ashley examined herself in the mirror, giddy with excitement. The sound of the rain and roar of the thunder had always soothed her. She was 21-years-old with long natural red hair that fell half way down her back. She had piercing blue eyes and light freckles over her nose. She didn’t think anyone would mistake her for a super model as she only stood 5 feet 4 inches tall, but she liked what she saw, and knew she could turn some heads. The extra time she’d been spending training to finally run that marathon was paying off in more ways than one. Her stomach was flat and firm as she ran her hand over it and up over her full B-cup breasts, adjusting them under the small black dress that she wore. She turned to check out her backside. The dress was a low dipping V-cut in the back and she loved how it hugged and showed off her ass. She and Mark were about to celebrate their first year anniversary and it seemed that he had gone all out in making this a special day. He was 40-years-old and this was his second marriage. Her parents had of course objected to their age difference and the fact that they’d only been dating for 6 months before their marriage. But it had been a whirlwind romance and he had swept her off her feet. She had awoken to an empty house that morning and a series of notes had led her to the spa and lunch, a soothing massage, then off to the salon to get her hair done and back home where the dress and jewellery were waiting for her along ...

... with another note saying that a car would pick her up at seven. For once in her life, she promised herself that she would be ready on time and when the knock came at the door, she was. She was escorted into the backseat of a black Lexus and driven into town. She had a smile on her face the whole time, her heart thumping in anticipation as she wondered what Mark had in store for her tonight. Her eyes grew wide as they pulled up to the Waldorf Astoria and she began adding up the cost of all of the days expenses and knew that they really couldn’t afford it. She had assumed they would be dining first but the driver gave her a hotel key card and room number and told her that she was expected immediately. Ashley was buzzing as she walked through the hotel lobby and took in the grandeur of the place. Worries about money evaporated as she decided that this was a special day and they deserved to celebrate it. She would enjoy it and wondered what other surprises Mark had in store. When she got to the room, she slid the key card in and heard the click of the lock and opened the door. She sauntered in, thinking she would show Mark a little appreciation but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a strange man standing in the room. He was an older man and was in his fifties or sixties but kept himself in very good shape. Meticulous would be the word best used to describe his appearance and he spoke in a slight British accent. “Good evening Miss Walker, my name is Mr Avery. Before I ...