Jason observed the waiters and the kitchen staff intently. They were all exactly as he remembered them from a visit to Paris and the meal was exactly ...s he recalled it. If anything, it was even better this time.It was a delightful evening, despite everyone being tired. They had all used their learning cubes. Razza appeared to be in her element chatting and joking and entertaining them all. Julia similarly appeared energized and enthusiastic and was very funny. The evening passed all too. Twice she stopped and held her breath, as a car went past. She waited for the screech of brakes that would indicate they had seen her, but none came. As she reached the other end of the spot, she sank to her knees. Her heart was racing, her blood pounded in her ears, and her pussy was on fire from the extra pressure the rope had addedShe was well over half way around, but still she couldn’t bring herself to get back to her feet and complete the course.. it was as if her nerve had been. In any case, the door opened for him, so the first she knew that he was visiting on nights like that was when he walked in.Martha's had much more complete domination of Sandra than she had ever had of Alan. As long as Martha was prepared to abuse Sandra freely, Sandra would oblige by doing anything for her beloved Mistress.Sandra told Martha everything she did in the bedroom with Alan and with her lesbian girl-friend in whatever level of detail Martha demanded. Martha enjoyed listening to. ”“Fucking slut! Whore!” Tom cried out, fucking me hard.“Yeah. I am, Tom. I am a fucking slut. And I love it! I love his cock. I worshiped it! And not just that afternoon either, Tom.”“What!” he said, slowing down.“I have more to tell you, baby. Much more. But it excites you, doesn’t it. To know your wife has done these things. Admit it, Tom. It turns you on, doesn’t it,” I said. Not a question. A statement of fact, I knew.“Truth? Yes, it does. So tell me,” he said, fucking me.