We can’t go he informed me, their babysitter had called them and cancelled due to illness and now they were reduced to having a takeaway. He was obv...ously disappointed and I felt for him and although we weren’t good mates just friendly neighbours I couldn’t help but feel for him. Hang on! Why couldn’t I do it? Pete, I called out, I’ll sit for you, I was only going to read tonight I can do that just as easily in your lounge as mine and your son will be in bed won’t he?Hey thanks John, are you. I remember flirtatiously offering to rub sun block over them, to which one of them replied, “Thanks darling, but I’m afraid you would spread it where we really don’t need it.”But alas, it came to an end. They each gave me little peck on the cheek and then they were moving down the beach. I watched their hips swing and asses work for quite a while until I glanced to my right where Liz had been sitting. She had left her sunglasses, yellow plastic frames to match her swim suit. Well, that night. She always thought of herself as a 'friendly' drinker: more likely to flirt, tease, dance - activities that were very hard for her when she was totally sober. More than three and she was an out and out slut - and knew it. So having three was rare and was reserved for very special occasions. She never drank more than two without John there.But today was different. Today she was going to, for the first time in her marriage, be with an attractive, sexy man without her husband there. In fifteen. She looks at you in question, and you nod, giving her the signal to swing her clean-shaven cunt onto the face of her former friend and fellow slave. "Now, Martha," you explain, "Laura has proven that she is a more natural slave than you - and so she is a better, and more valuable slave. You will eat her pussy, and you will do it well. If she does not cum within ten minutes, I shall begin to rack you. To help you, I have personally eaten her three times before you woke. Of course, she's.