I followed her with my eyes and watched as her body moved, her legs in tight black leather trousers. I also noticed how heads turned to watch her. I l...oked away when she turned back to glance at me as she waited for our drinks and then she returned, placed the glasses on the table and sinuously coiled herself back into her seat. We continued talking and discussing her part until the pub closed. I said I lived a short walk away and she said that she did too and it turned out to be in the same. "I know she loves me and we'll be together soon enough." So you don't mind if the two of them start fucking each other," Robin asked bluntly.I fought down the bile that started rising up my throat. "Basically, yeah." You mean like an open relationship?" Gwen piped up from the other side of me.I arched an eyebrow at the phrase and took a deep breath before admitting. "Yeah, something like that."Then Gwen immediately leaned forward, putting a hand on my arm and moving her face into my personal. The next evening after their first anal he just fucked her throat, to give her some time to recover. This started a pattern. Each night he would come over and choose her throat or her ass. From the time he arrived they didn’t talk now until he’d cum. He would put his hands on her shoulders and she knew which it was when he either pushed her to her knees or bent her over the couch. One night before they’d done anything he broke the pattern and sat her down on the couch and said, "Honey, your. I’ll go get your clothes ready.’ I watched her walk away, and truthfully I was lusting after her ass as she disappeared around the corner. In a very short time I had come to know that she was very intuitive and aware of her surroundings, so I’m pretty sure she knew I was staring at her butt. Oh well, that was the least of my concerns right at the moment. I turned my attention to the sheet of paper which just had an address, a time, and was signed ‘Teacher.’ Great! What was in store for me this.