She had every right to be skeptical. We had been after this group for several years and they had slipped out of our fingers several times. Once, when ...he key witness had "mysteriously disappeared"; another time, when the judge hearing the case strangely threw it out on a technicality (we still think he was bought off or threatened if he didn't). But this time we would make sure everything was in order - all our t's were crossed and our i's were dotted."Okay, you two, you have everything you. Marissa did her best to try to distract me, and I admit that trying to concentrate on the game while in a state of arousal was difficult. It wasn’t until she walked in wearing nothing but an apron and asked me to help make dinner that I realized just how serious she was. Food has always been an aphrodisiac in our relationship, especially cooking together. But last night was even more sexually charged. I had finally wrangled the red curry shrimp recipe from the shop in London that I had. Her asshole was still open to normal use, and from now on that was to become her primary fuckhole, an orifice solely for the pleasure of men, so that she could deny herself and willingly suffer for our amusement. Upon closer inspection in small tattooed words surrounding the outside of her asshole in a ring was inscribed 'Fuck the whore here!' That was really hardcore ... and incredible tattoo work! Now I really regretted not taking my beloved whore to that extreme S&M party! She'd have won for. I told him don't worry we will sort you out before we go. as I was leaving with my carry out for Susan, Fran said if I wanted anything extra for later give me a text and I will bring it over at this point he handed me his number and said anything just ask. thanks Fran.I got back and Susan and I had out little picnic and we sat on the decking out the front of our room watching the sea and the stars, what wonderful night it was just chilling out and thinking how lucky we are. I said to Susan I.