They waited in excited anticipation, kissing, touching, licking, fucking until they thrilled to the computer's signal of a further email.Peter had wri...ten of how Rob had told every detail about his wife. Peter talked more of how he would love to hurt her, and he finished by asking Yvonne directly... "you really do enjoy being hurt don't you?"Again, trembling all over, Yvonne clicked the reply button."Darling," she started off, but then paused, unsure of what to type."Yes, I do like to be hurt,". I slipped on my black half piece slip and went to the wardrobe and got myblue dress out, and stepped into it pulling it up over my body andzipping it up at the back, straitening the dress and my petticoatafterwards.Next came my hair, I spent quite a long time brushing it through, thenbrushed it so that I had a centre line running from the back to the frontof my head, and proceeded to plait each side, finishing it off at eachbottom with a nice blue bow.I pinned my pigtails together so that I. Lexy pulled me up to her and kissed me again. The thought of her tasting herself while kissing me made the precum dribble from my cock soaking my boxer briefs. When we came up for air she looked into my eyes and thanked me for that incredible experience. Before I could respond, she slipped from under me, rolled me over and sat on my cock, grinding in circles. She reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, moaning about how good she/I felt. She pinched my nipples and slid her hands down to my jeans.. He still didn't know whether to believe hisstory about the makeup artist job. Still, Kevin wasn't there to judge,he gave every body an enjoyable day out. But then there were all thosephone calls from supposedly Lady Carrington. Kevin shook his head. Itwas too much for him to think about and it wasn't his business anyway.Kevin remembered the mysterious envelope and retrieved it from the halltable, settled back in to his chair and opened it. He took out theletter and read. He read it again and.