I have been her cuckold now for at least a year. It was slow going but with my cuckold mentor (thank you Sir) helping me through the two years worth o... discussions, I was living my life once again as a cuckold. She loves the idea of me being responsible for my own cuckolding. She presents me with piece of paper and a single dice…. Making sure I didn’t get to see the other various pieces of paper that she has. The paper says: How many men get to fuck me or weeks before you get to orgasm again. "Nervous?" she asked me."A little." Don't worry. We'll be fine. I trust you."My fingers were slowly sliding along her skin, the smooth soft silkiness of her inner thigh. We reached the end of the open driveway, and Dad sped up a bit, as we disappeared into the trees. Almost immediately we hit a big bump which killed any ideas of propriety we might have had. She bounced across my lap with a squeal, hitting the door hard, her shirt twisting under her. My hands reached out, grabbing one thigh way. He shook his head. “Personally I prefer Handel to that rather old fashioned style of music. No, the reason I am in such good spirits is I have identified the Organisation’s man who has been visiting our suspects.”“Your probing of the housekeeper was successful... ?”“That bandy legged, acid faced harridan! Casanova himself would have been unable to breach her defences No, my informant was the cook, Delilah Smith, a buxom widow, who was as pleased as punch for me to probe her, although she damned. The two of them seemed to have infallible radar too. There were times when I thought violence was in the air, expecting things to end roughly, and once almost started to get the bartender's attention just in case, but somehow, it didn't happen. The guy gave a nasty laugh, spit out a few choice words, and left.Some of the loud parting comments of the brasher guys contained lewd and caustic references to lesbian bitches, and to tell the truth, I had pretty much assumed that the two women were.