Saturday night. I’m standing in our bedroom looking down at Laura. She’s on all fours in the middle of the bed, white lingerie, sheer stockings, black blindfold already tied in place. Her back is arched, that cute little arse pushed high in the air, waiting. The soft glow from the bedside lamp catches the pale curve of her cheeks and the thin strip of lace between her legs. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out. I’M...