More specifically, it was a special forces-style knife that I ordered via an arms smuggler I met a while back. When William first took me swimming, wh...le I was sequestered at the Spencer estate learning to be an Australian girl named Alice (and unlearning how to be an American girl named Alexandra) I realized I needed something for when I was swimming. I met the arms smuggler by accident when we moved to the London townhouse. He was in an antique shop when I went in to buy my first knife from. Lunch is a repeat of yesterdays. Vicky is not allowed any alcohol, but all of us drink freely. After lunch Vicky gets her final instructions and goes downstairs to get everything ready for her final torture and markings. We lounge around the table, over coffee or espresso.Finally, we walk down to the dungeon. She has lit candles around the large room. That personal touch was not in the orders given her. The candles give the dungeon a romantic, dreamy appearance. My eyes are drawn towards the. I had told my wife that I was going fishing. I don’t know what she told her husband. I pulled up next to her car on a side road and got in the backseat with her. We started kissing and immediately I started feeling her braless tits. She had a button up shirt on so as we kissed I buttoned it and started rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. After a few minutes I leaned over and started sucking first one then the other nipple and licking her whole tits. I was rubbing her pussy through her. I felt my stomach drop when I saw Jesse walk into the room. He smiled at me, but we didn’t have the opportunity to talk until much later. By this time, I was pretty happy from the amount of margaritas I had consumed. He was standing next to me talking to one of the other guests, named Mike. Mike said, “Wow! Ash, you clean up pretty nice. I would have never guessed this body was under all your flannel shirts.” What a jerk! I looked at Jesse and he just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “You.