This is the result of his efforts....I’d seen the golden envelope on the fridge for a few days now but hadn’t dared ask mistress what it was about... So you can imagine my excitement when she asked me to bring it through, open it and read it to her whilst on my knees before her…“Mistress is Cordially invited to the mistresses soirée and please feel free to bring a friend (This is a couples only event)”Whilst I had no idea what it meant, my little cock jumped at the thought of going out with. "I know its raining, Bernie ... but people will see us."Bernie wouldn't allow him to object any further. She gave his cock another squeeze, felt it jump in her hand, and laughed."C'mon, Mel, it'll be a memorable fuck."He glanced furtively around them; saw no one remotely close, took a deep breath and moved in close. Bernie drank his sweet beer breath into her lungs and pulled her underwear to one side."Fuck me, baby," she cooed, as if they were sequestered in a warm, dry motel room.He fumbled. I did not know who it was, I was not expecting anyone. I put on the hotel supplied robe and answered the door. Standing in the hallway was Shelley. I took one look at her and woke up. I was so happy and excited at seeing her a day early. I took her up in my arms and kissed her, spinning us around. The day was starting on a wonderful note. She had brought my materials and her luggage with her. She had checked in to her room, but she did not want to stay there. She wanted to stay with me in my. ‘Oh, Mr. Marsdale, maybe what you say is right. I don’t know,’ she said doubtfully. ‘Of course, I’m right,’ he stated firmly. ‘Now, let’s have a little drink. I feel so uptight, I need something to relax.’ ‘I don’t think so …’ she began. ‘Oh come on, Mrs. Frampton. You do have a drink every once in a while don’t you?’ he asked, his gaze penetrating her. He knows. He can smell the scotch I had before he came. ‘Okay, what’ll be?’ he asked, automatically going for the bar and then stopping,.