The wretched man won't tell me. I asked him what I should wear in the hope that that would give me a clue and all he said was 'nothing special'. Fat l...t of good that was."The other two chuckled. "He didn't say anything about a swimming costume?" asked Harry."No. Why?"Well, being the seaman he is and Welsh, I thought he might take you to swim the Menai Strait." Not bloody likely!" Language!" they chorused."There's a rip tide of a current through there. It's far too dangerous." Oh, I expect he'll. By the time Jerry ambled in the stragglers of the lunch crowd were gone, we had already cleared all the food away and were just finishing cleaning up. Jerry brought with him a team of smartly dressed professionals who were sizing up the space and jotting down notes, pointing at various spots and conferring in clipped tones. He turned to John with a sneer. ‘Why don’t you slink out the back, hmm? We’re busy.’ He seemed annoyed, though not particularly surprised, that my assistant had shown up to. John noticed the movement, looked down and saw Chloe’s panties being rubbed. At this point I had the worst dry mouth ever. It was my turn to go get the beers as my friend and wife were lost in pleasure. When I returned John had his face buried in Chloe’s sweet wet pussy, I guess he couldn’t resist while I was gone and of course she wouldn’t say “No”. As I cracked my beer open I watched my gorgeous hot wife being ravaged and enjoyed by my friend with his hands, mouth and tongue. John continued. She was not a Dom in the leather and whips way, butthere was no doubt she was a Dom. She had this way about her, and sheknew how to get men to do what she told them to do, using the tease andpromise of sexual release as her stick and carrot. Ms. Deana, as I wastold to call her, was a real woman, with all the womanly "virtues" in allthe right places, and I have to say that one of the things that attractedme to her was the way she described her nails, and what she liked to dowith them as she.