Linda noticed, but pretended not to. It was just as Sarah had predicted. Her own husband was turned on at the thought of Black men fucking these white...wives that he had known and been with for years. She concealed a smile as Bruce took her glass and quickly turned toward the house to refill it.When Bruce returned with two fresh drinks, she took a sip, crossed her legs, and sighed softly."What is it?" – asked Bruce."Oh, nothing," she said. "Probably just too much to drink and too long since one. . is there some reason why the Master does not use it for... " A pause and a swallow, then, " ... relief?"It took me a moment before I worked it out, and then another to get over the surprise. "No, don't be silly." I exclaimed. "It's just..." God, how could I explain while it was kneeling like some harem girl. "Just get off the floor and come and sit up here." I waved at the counterpane on the bed next to me.It looked shocked. "Master, this collarmaid should not sit next to —" Don't give me all. It had been several decades since I felt the trepidation I did as I approached Bridget’s front door after the bike ride to her house. “Jim!” she squealed excitedly when she opened the door, hugging me and shoving her tongue half-way down my throat.“Do you greet all guys like that or just Bridget’s boyfriends?” I asked when she finally let me catch my breath.“How did you know?” Caitlin asked incredulously as someone behind the door chuckled. Bridget and her mother, a woman who looked more like. "Mum then indicated herself and Jill and my Vikki and Madeleine and Maria. "How about the five of us, are we tasty enough?"She didn't answer she just indicated the grins on her husband and Henry Williamson's face. "Does that answer your question?"Maria was still pressing up against me and she started tugging at my hand, an action that was spotted by my mother."Okay Maria, off you go." She smiled. "And take Justin with you."No, leave Maria's stuff," mum added when I went to grab it from the van,.