“Rebecca yelled that she got it. I lean against my door and listened. The sound was not all great but I did hear a few words. “Hey baby . . . grea... . . . ready to . . . do it?”I heard them going upstairs toward her room. I leaned too far against the door and it swung open just before they pasted my room. Blanked faces filled the hallway. Instead of seeing a guy, there standing next to Rebecca was another girl, just about her age wearing a bikini as well. She had blonde hair and had a young face. My job takes me all over the county staying for months on end and lodging in city centre hotels which is very convenient for making friends for regular meets.While all meets are lots of fun and very memorable, there is one couple that stands out from the rest, not that they are more fun than with others (although it was great) it was just a very pleasant time with a surprising conclusion…. I have changed names to obviously protect my friends; so let’s call them Janet and Patrick.I first met. "The following week was wonderful for Tara.She found she could take any amount of boob-abuse, as long as she thought about how much fun she would be having at the next town meeting. Sure, she had the same expression of patient discomfort on her face as the other Titshurt wives (and she really did not want another session of humiliating breast-punishment in Sheriff Tom's jail cell!) - but she was gradually convincing herself that, with the right attitude, a busty young wife could have a very. .. or ... I could just borrow yours from time to time.”We both giggled.“What would you think of that, Chris?” I asked.He was in a bit of a trance and was still trying to catch his breath. Liz reached down and squeezed his exposed testicles which elicited a low groan.“You’d better answer your Mistress when she speaks to you.”“Yes ... I’m ... I’m sorry Ma’am,” he stammered.He thought for a moment.“To be honest, I’m not sure I could handle it.”The three of us burst out in laughter which lightened.