She came rushing up to me saying, "What's taken you so long?"As I attempted to answer, I got out, "Traf..."Her arms were around my neck and her tongue...was deep inside my mouth. She was "Frenching" me like she was trying to give me a tonsillectomy. I immediately dropped my briefcase and coat on the floor and returned the same. While we were engaged in this impassioned embrace, I felt her hand slide down my back across my butt, which she cupped in passing, and then to my groin. She began to rub. “Wow, your GP will struggle to find any lumps in those, they’re one big solid lump, have you had steel cone shaped implants put in those?” The man asked.“No, those are 100% natural.” Isla replied.The man’s hands moved to my nipples and it felt soo good.“Like that do you slave?” The man asked as I started moaning.Then he lifted his head, looked at the audience and continued,“You’re going to like these, our slave is very sensitive.” His hands slid down my torso to my clit.“Wow folks, when did you. Our guests seemed to like Chris and they made a huge effort to include him in everything.It was a perfect day, Christy did her best to hug her lover while we were out and they kissed on several occasions. This kept my erection throughout the whole day and we all enjoyed ourselves. We had dinner at a restaurant in town before heading home, tired but happy.Christy made coffee and I joined her in the kitchen, she kissed me deeply and thanked me for the day; especially, allowing her the freedom to. I’d been getting better at this and had missed it, so I enjoyed the chance to work around the kitchen. Eventually everyone had shown up at the table and been served. I wasn’t moving the best, but I was managing to limp around with some difficulty and I made sure to carry plates with both hands.When I was able to serve myself, I was grateful for the chair and sighed in relief as I took the pressure off my leg. I sat there feeling my muscles relax before I started to eat. “Overdid it a little?”.