The Wench had always enjoyed sex; now she could feel free to enjoy any act, even bizarre ones. Sure, she suffered pain on occasion, but Master had sho...n her that pain was merely another type of sensation, to be used to multiply pleasure... Boris grunted. "Well, since Pete is sitting on the -- wall? Fence? Yes, fence. Okay. Since Pete is sitting on the fence, it is my turn, no?"The Wench flick a quick confirmation glance at Charles and agreed, "Yes, Sir."Boris ambled up and loosened his. She was an Italian woman with big tits big ass and looking for “Mr Right” to marry. Well, as this day doesn’t come. She was always looking for some action. Speaking loudly in the middle of the office there she was…curly hair, tight pants, sticking her tits out, half opened mouth and a slut looking.Everyone in the office noticed her, and with me, it wasn’t different. We didn’t talk before, until some day I got an email saying that we would be in the same project together. We started working and. And so much more besides.He even had admitted that he fantasised about using her whilst he was intimate with his own wife....the boss announced it all. The boss commanded, not invited but commanded the husband of the lady in red to stand behind the lady in black.And the lady in black blushed red with embarrassment having heard all that, and then have stand him so close behind her. She never knew he was so keen on her or that she was so attractive to so many men. He too was amazingly embarrassed. Straight ahead lay the reflecting pool.The pool, on our side, was lined with camellias in full bloom. Beyond the hedge, several white swans were swimming gracefully across the water. For just a brief moment, their necks met, so that they were in the perfect position to create a heart-shaped form between the two of them."Did you see that?" Britte exclaimed."I did," I replied. "It would have been a great photo if I had been quick enough."Britte moved closer to me and took my hand. Beside me stood.