After we’d returned to work I found it entertaining watching Martha squirm in her chair and cast furtive glances my way; at five after six I finally...said, “Come on Sexy Mama, grab your purse and let’s eat.”We went to the “Lobster Shanty,” had pre-dinner drinks then shrimp cocktails before Maine lobsters, by the time we’d finished my hunger for seafood was sated but Martha had just picked at her food; she’d sat, her bottom wriggling in her chair like she had ants in her pants. I asked Martha if. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her do that. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time Jen wore stockings and a garter belt. Last year, for his birthday? He felt a twinge of jealousy watching Jen get dressed for Gerard, but he was excited too.The doorbell rang and Michael's heart skipped a beat. It was Gerard. Michael saw apprehension in Jen's face. He walked into the bedroom and lightly caressed his wife's shoulders. "It's Gerard. Excited?"Jen looked into her husband's eyes.. It had been over two hours now. He turned his attention to her nipples. He removed the first clamp with his fingers. She jerked her head backwardand hissed, sucking in as much air as possible. He covered her burning nipplewith his mouth and sucked fervently. He rolled his tongue around the tip andbathed the front part of her breast with his mouth. Her nipple was so hot thatit seemed to explode onto his tongue. He grabbed it between his teeth and suckedit further into his mouth before clamping. A short while later my doorbell rang and after opening the front door, Travis stood there and asked if he could view the gallery, having never visited it before.Several weeks before, he had made his feelings on homosexuality very clear to me and they were not very positive! His visit, therefore, was somewhat of a surprise to me.After looking around the gallery for a few minutes he asked to use my toilet. In the peculiar setup of the home I rented as a gallery, the toilet adjoined the lounge..