And, as far as my black sausage thing goes, no offense intended, but you're wrong about her having no interest in black meat, at least the way I prepa...e it. Let's just say I think she could develop a liking for it. Anyway, last night we had a good chance to bond as student and trainer." Marc smiled as he said this.But, while we're waiting for Lisa to get out of the shower, Miguel tells me that you have a really hot travelling companion for yourself. In fact, it looks like the two of you travel. "Mrs Bodkin went into more detail and described an old Devonshire variantof the custom. I took down the details and resolved to buy theingredients that very morning.Having drained the coffee pot, I called the children in and prepared thema breakfast before telling them we were going Christmas Eve shopping.Margaret came with us, while Sian tended the horses and she agreed tomeet us in town later for lunch in Sissy's hotel. This was a favouritetradition for Chenille and Martina because it meant. Every time someone lost a peice of clothing they had to stand up and go stand by this platform next to the table so everyone could see them. After about a hour or so my wife was down to her pantyhose & heels and so was the blond but she had on her bra also. Everone was down to their underpants,lingerie..etc etc. Except me and another woman.then I lost the next hand, I was scared shit of what these strangers would say or think. I walked over to platform ,looked at my wife with sad eyes. and. An invisible dam blocked her soothing juices. But the number of guests didn't diminish. Nor did the frequency of their visits or the urge of their needs.The girl kept exposing herself. She was available to anyone who passed the threshold of her cell. She kept spreading her legs She presented her ass and opened her throat to the onslaught. Her red-rimmed eyes filled with tears. But she kept fixing them on the mirrored sky of her tiny, bloodred world. From that sky she knew her sweet Mistress.