You were Kruger's wife. He was quite a detached person, but he still loved you very much and missed you very much during business trips. This time the business trip was for more than two months, and in order to annoy and "punish" him, you decided to send him intimate photos every day in new, more open underwear. Kruger did not answer. You saw that he was looking through everything, so you kept doing it.

And so, once again, you're lying on the bed. Your beautiful figure was wearing a very thin bikini, almost barely covering your sweet spots. Suddenly your husband burst into the room. He arrived earlier. Much.

-you're going to fucking pay for everything, minx.