I then reached up her short skirt and found her wet and ready, I laughed and pulled her back, telling her to keep her head down I slapped her ass and ...orced her face down, facing the door. I assumed she thought it was her panties or Jamies, her daughters again, or even my wifes. I raised her skirt and began fingering her. I reached into her purse and got her collar and leach and attached them then I pulled her hair and spanked her hard, over and over, I finger fucked her and she began to moan.. Slowly and sexily, she began rubbing it up and down. As she was teasing me, her big eyes were staring deep into mine. I had had enough of the teasing and stood up. I walked over to her and took her hands."There'll be plenty of time to clean up later. Right now, we have more important things to do." I told her. She rose and followed my lead as we headed to my bedroom. We hurried inside to get things started again. Fatima took charge and threw me down on the bed. She fell on top of me and thrust. He seldom entered into the hurly burly of life in the Mess, and for him to address anyone in such a convivial way was quite out of character.He sat down before I could reply. I was sinking into a slough of despond and self-pity, and in the absence of Billy Bassett, who was spending more and more time with the widow Matilda, I welcomed the company."I doubt that even your head will be enough to resolve my problem." Tell me what your predicament is anyway, and who knows what a different view a new. I think they pay for your discretion.’ Once we were nicely toasted, we parted ways and got back into the cars. I must have fallen asleep for a few hours before I was awakened by loud knocking on the window. I rolled down the window where one of the husbands asked if I was ready to take them home. I nodded yes and asked him if he would refill my travel cup with coffee. ‘Milk, two sugars,’ I ordered. He meekly agreed. A few minutes later, the three couples emerged from the house. I took the bags.