Seduced by her Physio 07 [END] A Surrender to Desire

The next morning, Donald confronted Farah. "e;These treatments of yours. They're taking longer lately,"e; he said, his tone casual but edged with a flicker of suspicion. "e;Everything okay?"e; Farah froze. "e;Yeah, just… deeper issues to work out,"e; she said, the lie smooth but thin, her thoughts flashing to Selma. "e;Takes time to fix properly."e; He grunted, sipping his coffee, seeming to accept it.  Farah hated to do it, but she needed Selma more than Donald will ever understand. The week crawled by, her anticipation building. At work, she typed emails with half her mind elsewhere. The next Tuesday morning, Farah wove her thin lie over breakfast, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. "e;Physio tonight, then a work event- might be late,"e; she told Donald, stirring her coffee. "e;Okay, don't overdo it,"e; he mumbled. At the clinic, after welcoming her Selma turned to a drawer by the carpet. She opened it with a slow, deliberate pull, her movements teasingly theatrical, and withdrew something with a wicked, playful smile. "e;I got something special for us,"e; she said, her voice a suggestive purr, "e;Thought we'd take things up a notch tonight. Ready to try it?"e;