“Wrong number” I replied.My first problem was trying to come up with a reason for going out on Sunday. Luckily Reg said he had to go out on Sunday...so that was good. “Ok honey” I said “maybe I will go out too”. I didn’t specify where and he didn’t ask. Sunday morning I was a mess. Excited about my appointment but concerned that Reg would ask where I was going. He didn’t. The appointment was at 2pm and I arrived at the shop and Marge ushered upstairs. Dominique was there in the same clothes but. She was surprised then when one was in her cunt and the other started fucking her in the ass. But she knew that day, that she was a slut for her lover. She needed what he did to her and knew she couldn't stop.By this time too, he had her beeper number. Many times she may be at home and she would rush out when he called, saying she had to go in for an emergency. I had no idea of course that it was him that was really calling her. Sometimes she would call me and say it would be too late when she. The pink towelgave me chills. My bra seemed to be straining under a new wonderfulpressure. The fluffy cotton towel wrapped around my head really perked myconfidence up. I liked that woman in the mirror.I glanced over to Claudette to see that she was in the process ofundergoing a facial. Robert was applying a light green cream mask to herlovely face. Since she didn't need a lot of work to be done, I guessedthat she was having things done which would wile away the time while shestayed by my side.. Mary offered to show her around the house and after a quick tour of the downstairs facilities, they went upstairs. I made myself a coffee because they were unlikely to reappear for some time. Although I knew what would be happening, I was not expecting the loud wail of released tension when Julie climaxed.“OOOhhOOOHH, AARRGHR, EEEHHHAARRGGH. OH FUCK Mary, OH FUCK. EErrrmmm.”I had promised myself that I wouldn’t interfere, but I broke that promise and upstairs I went to find Mary with her face.