First of all we had Sandra come in, and then we had the Bishop’s wife, Imogen, come in. It turns out that she is Jaqueline’s mother.” Linda laug...ed. “I know all about Imogen, and we were expecting Sandra to turn up sometime or other. She should be bringing a letter from the Bishop?” “Yes, here it is. It sounds like the rings are going to be the same size as mine.”“The six o’clock has cancelled, Paul, but she will be in later. Can you ring this number please to let her know if that is alright? I. My wife was starting to make little throaty murmurs, a sure sign that she was enjoying it. Several minutes later I was caressing the top of her leg just above the knee, My mate hesitated, rather unsure if he could do the same. I gave him an OK nod and shortly after his hand was caressing her leg as well.Because there was no resistance from my wife, I started feeling one of her tits over her clothes . My mate sensing that she was ok with it so far, reciprocated and soon we were both playing with. She was very petite at five foot tall with a dynamite ass, long light brown hair and dark brown eyes.I was dating two or three other girls at the same time, mainly for sex, as well as having a steady girlfriend who eventually became my first wife. I was pretty busy with all the girls I was messing with plus working fulltime at the grocery store. But I could always find time for one more girl and Debbie would be just one more notch on my coup stick of conquests. Yeah, I was a real butthead back. He chuckled and called me “Daddy’s little slut”.Now, take a shower. Your clothes should be done in the dryer and be back next Saturday, 9PM. Tell your parents we’re watching the game, and don’t be late” he said.I knew I’d be there at 8:30.The week went by slowly as I digested what Jim had done to me last Saturday. As I walked around school, I found myself looking at people differently, wondering if any of them had ever been treated the way I had. This would always bring the details of what Jim.