There I am, your wife, waiting impatiently in a skimpy black top and shorts, with thigh-high black boots. I say:
"I hope you had a nice visit with Silvie's panties, but now it's time for your next interview, so come along, dear!"
You get up, embarrassed, and wonder how long I have been watching the scene with Sylvie. You feel very small, knowing that you haven't demonstrated any self-control at all today. How will you survive the next interview?