"I thought you'd never ask."As Bayonetta retrieved the paint can she'd set down earlier Jeanne sat onthe large leather couch to the side of the room. ...he wrapped her handsaround her thighs and pulled her legs up, resting her ass right on theedge of the couch. "Get over here slut and put your tongue to work," shecommanded.James began crawling over to the couch, but was jolted to a halt by thechain on his collar. Bayonetta, seeing that he had run out of slack setthe paint can down by the couch. She didn’t sound drunk or a cop or an angry wife. My heart pounded and I finished up my lipstick and teased my hair quickly. I opened the door a moment after she and her boyfriend had passed the restroom. I looked them over. They were dressed for a night out, he in slacks and a dark dress shirt, she in a pair of dark tight stretch corduroy pants and tight spaghetti strapped red camisole and carrying a large purse. She was a dark brunette with untamed hair and he was a conservatively combed. Her name was Margaret, the wife of a leading city of London Councillor, and someone used to getting just what she wanted. “Yes, what you think? Reckon you can get any fun out of him, over the next few days Margaret?” Sandra smiled behind her designer sun glasses and offered the other woman the goods. “I’ll say. What have you been feeding him on Sandra, raw meat? Just look at those muscles. Has he got a big cock?” she inquired. “Get him in the Limo and find out.” Sandra walked to the. I spat on the plug to lube it a bit and pushed it in, then inserted the vibe which was then held both in place by pulling my panties back up and then the jeans. Tidy again, I returned to the bar and as the note instructed I sat a few seats away from master so it did not appear that we knew each other more than a passing acquaintance. I soon had a couple of guys come up and offer to buy me a drink which I declined as I said I was waiting for a friend, they insisted that I have a drink with.