Otherwise, the trips to Britain and France were successful. Neither Marilyn nor I insulted anybody or spilled soup on the Queen. We said nice things a...out the British and the French and didn’t stick our noses in any sort of local politics. We took boat rides on the Thames and the Seine and got to see the Eiffel Tower. There was a huge amount of residual sympathy from the devastation of 9-11, and since we had stopped our campaign in Afghanistan before we left home, that wasn’t an issue. France. As I saw her in the distance it dawned on me that she too was now topless and I almost dropped the pitcher when I stumbled due to the excitement and shock. As I neared, she pretended to ignore me. I too said nothing as I refilled our drinks and laid back down in my chair. The air was thick with sexual tension as I watched the other men looking at my wife’s ivory breasts and bright pink nipples. She raised her glasses again and looked at me with those naughty eyes she gets and asked if I was. I’m sleepy. If you decide to stay, please be quiet… and if you do stay, feel free to join me in this wonderful bed.” She was now patting the bed and smiling.She then rolled to her other side, facing away from me. Her ass now totally exposed and the red welts clearly visible and covering both of her ass cheeks. I didn’t know what to do… on the one hand, I was worried about her. On the other, I was very concerned about what happened last night… and lastly, I was a bit turned-on. While standing. Then, Karen appeared beside me with Chris Smith, Leila's brother. "Smith, this is my good friend Tilly," she said. I was mortified. I tried to mouth 'what are you doing?' to her, but she clearly meant all along that she would get the other Smith over. "Hi, I'm Chris, how's it going?" He asked me, holding out a big, strong hand. "Hi, I'm Tilly, "I replied, hoping that the ground would swallow me up, "nice to meet you." He made small talk with me for about 10 fidgety minutes about what I liked.