When she reached the red satin pair I'd left, I saw her stop dead and shake her head as she took them off the line and drop them into the laundry bask...t. She stood for a minute then suddenly looked round as if she knew she was being watched. Luckily I managed to step back so she didn't see that it was me that was the watcher. After placing the rest of the laundry in the basket, she looked round the garden again then, still shaking her head, went back indoors. This went on for a couple of weeks. That may be a bridge too far but I’d see how things could be worked out. Then my second thunderbolt hit me. Dave would hang out with another single guy called Bob. He and Bob would often indulge in threesomes with their conquests. They used to joke that once you had a woman with a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth you could literally make the bitch do anything. Bob used to boast that biggest turn on for him was fucking married women in their own beds the sending them back to their. "Claudia does such a wonderful job training her girls, doesn't she, Colin?"Mr. McGregor answered, "Yes, but this one is particularly remarkable. You would think she didn't even need training." So I hear, so I hear," the large man said, turning back to me. "I am Philippe Arnaud, although you will refer to me as Monsieur Arnaud or, when addressing me, as master. This is a business, and I run it. Do you know what kind of business it is?" No, master," I said, not wanting to make a mistake."Surely. After that was clean he did little butterfly licks of my puffy anal lips, and the feeling was nearly overwhelming. Sam noticed my slight withdrawal and hastily uttered, “Am I hurting you?”“No, not at all! It’s just so sensitive that even the lightest touch is breathtaking,” I responded.“Should I stop then?” Sam inquired.I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled him closer while stating, “Don’t you dare!”Sam’s feelings of guilt over supposedly hurting me during our animalistic fuck were.