His home address

"Yes Mariko! Thank you. God bless you"

He grabbed his business card and wrote his address down before sliding it under the mesh screen as his lust peaked. Mariko giggled at his prompt reply and thanked him. She waited for him to leave and stayed inside for a few minutes to calm down before putting together her plan for this evening.

He waited for her to arrive. His perverted need growing more each time he thought about her. Watching the clock and wondering if she would truly arrive that evening. It was so soon. So fast.

Mariko couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins as she prepared at home, looking in a mirror at her outfit choice. She had officially entered dangerous territory, giving into the perverse desires of a married man. Yet, there was something thrilling about the forbidden nature of their encounter that fuelled her passion even more. She wore a casual attire to cover her clothing that would 'help' this married man.

Dressing in her favourite "good girl gone bad" outfit, consisting of a plaid miniskirt, white blouse buttoned provocatively low, and knee-high stockings, she made her way to his home, with a gym bag containing various 'accessories'. Upon arriving at the house, she knocked lightly on the door, her heart racing with anticipation for what was to come.

Then it occurred to her. What if his wife was home?!? Was he smart enough to know this was something he should hide from his wife?