His uncle by marriage knows your father I'm sure, was some kin to Governor Eden's wife." Is father home?'"He has gone to meet with some men, some loya... men of course, at the courthouse I believe, something about taxes."Anne finished her tea and pushed back her chair. "I do not wish to see this gentleman, madam, this Van-whatever-his-name-is. When father returns, please tell him I would like to talk with him. I will be in my room." Sit," snapped the woman, quite loudly, jabbing her forefinger at. ’ ‘Really, why don’t you tell me?’ I told her. I saw burning sexual desire in Mercy’s green eyes. We both looked around to make no one was not paying us any attention. Then Mercy took my hand, and whisked me upstairs. As excited I was, I was also nervous because both of our partners were here. We went to a bedroom on the third floor, which has a perfect view on the beach. ‘Let’s get these fucking clothes off, shall we?’ She suggested. I looked at her pregnant belly and said, ‘Are you sure you. I am so glad Jack agreed to let me go away by myself for the weekend. Well, to be fair I didn’t really leave him much choice. I told him either he let me go away for the weekend or I would go away permanently. It’s not that I don’t love my husband and kids, it’s just that sometimes I wonder if there’s more. More for me than being a forgotten wife and taxi driver to my children. The lady at the rental agency assures me that I will have a quiet weekend. She tells me that there is one other cabin. Maybe he wasn't going to make it after all! I smiled in mock sympathy. She noticed, and returned the favour. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to slowly undress her; to run my hands and lips over those wonderful breasts; to sink my teeth into the perfect globes of that beautiful tight arse. To lay her gently, face down, onto the playing field that doubled as my bed and secure her wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the thick, black, silken cords that lay, in waiting, on my.