I felt that she had let that slip-out, just to stimulate my imagination, which of course it did. All night I imagined the most decadent scenarios, (wh...ch were sure not to actually happen, but if was fun letting my fantasies play). When she came in late that night she immediately climbed into bed, pulling back the sheet and wrapped one hand around my cock and with the other softly cupped my balls. She began licking up and down my shaft and nibbling on the underside of the head causing it to. ‘Mmm,’ said Jo, ‘I’m going to enjoy it here. They are such a nice couple aren’t they Lena?’ ‘Yes, they are. Mike told me about Bernardo,’ I turned to Mike, ‘will he mind if we call him Nardo?’ ‘No, I don’t think so, everybody does, even the staff.’ ‘He has ‘staff’,’ I asked amazed. ‘Oh yes, this is a big estate. He has three gardeners, a housekeeper, a cook, and a nurse for the children. You see Sally is a major force in his business so she works as well, although she does most of it from home. When the last was finally opened, I started playing with my shirt opening and closing it showing off the white sleeveless cotton shirt I was wearing underneath. A ‘wife-beater’ they call it, and I always wear one over my bra. I let my shirt fall to the ground as a roar erupted. I was now standing in my underwear in a room that had turned mostly male. The circle started getting smaller around me. A flash of lucidity hit me and fear struck me as the horde stepped in. For a minute, my senses came. Her sarong riding up on her buttocks. All her charms were on display. The sweet curves of her ample hips framedthe lines of her sex meshed in between sinewy muscular thighs. "What a nice pussy. Wouldn't you agree.". His gaze was transfixed at her rotund bottom. His breath was quickeningand his tongue licked his lips. "Would he be allowed this woman? As he wished?". He had given up hope. Hehad put such thoughts from his mind, but his mistress had planted the seedin his imagination and his.