'Blue film! how dide she know about that?' he thought, now it made since why even when he was trying to just, having a evening dinner with his wife she was acting like he was trying ot turn into a wanton slut. Ready to go down or do whatever any man that passed by wanted.
"Daija, why did you not tell me? It's a fantasy, is that why you have been acting so hostile towards me? DO you really think I want to actually have my wife become a real slut?" Mark asked almost yelling the questions
"sure Mrs.Hudson" he led her back in, nervous to all high heaven as they walked back, the servitor only looked on since Peter was a member after all and already had his table for the night.
"Of course, Madam" he went through motions once more revealing the dress again. he had already seen her dress but even his cool dameaner was challenged by the second undressing of the woman's coat.
And poor Peter the boy, gulped watching the event, sure he had bumped into her inside but this time he got to watch. As the oversized coat was removed, from Mrs.Hudson's body. His bulged and so did another another part of him, he only hoped Mrs.Hudson didn't notice.