He asks me, “Did you enjoy it?” “Very much so”, I answer him. “That is good, we will need her just for a few more hours. I need the iPad bac..., but don’t worry I’ll give you a copy, and then you can decide what you want to do with it. Get more sex. Blackmail your wife to fuck other guys. Whatever you want. It’s the least we can do for you letting us use your wife.“ He then leaves, so I quickly go over to the bed and turn on the iPad. I see the two men coming out of the shower with my wife. They. De Villefort's carriage. Danglars, more and more delighted with Major Cavalcanti, had offered him a seat in his carriage. Andrea Cavalcanti found his tilbury waiting at the door; the groom, in every respect a caricature of the English fashion, was standing on tiptoe to hold a large iron-gray horse.Andrea had spoken very little during dinner; he was an intelligent lad, and he feared to utter some absurdity before so many grand people, amongst whom, with dilating eyes, he saw the king's attorney.. I couldn't think. I was intoxicated with her. I was numb, my body was tingling. "Come on, that's it, another one, good boy... mmm taste good? oh you are almost ready aren't you, oh yes I think you are..." Tab Jake, were outta here!" I barely made out what she was saying to me, something about her place. wow, this was it, whatever it was, I had won. maybe it was a drinking contest? maybe it was just an excuse for her to let down her guard and grab some strange? maybe I was just lucky? I wasn't. Brittany had long blonde hair and had it tied back with a scrunchie. Her boobs were barely containable in the wickedly small bikini she was wearing. Charlotte’s bikini was equally revealing. I offered them both a beer. “Sure,” both girls replied in unison. I passed each a beer via Rachel. Rachel slipped off her top and let it slide to the deck. Her nipples were hard and pointed and perched perfectly ion top of her luscious 36 C cup breasts. “That’s not fair,” Brittany said, noting Rachel’s.