It must surely be time for matins.” ‘Matins’? Selena wondered in which time zone the real Delia must be. She watched as Angela returned to her ...uties. Her tongue lashed and inveigled itself on Delia’s labia and clitoris. And soon Selena’s lips and tongue were there too. And soon their fingers were in. And pushing. And stroking. And scratching. And all the while, as more and more barriers were broken, Selena wondered whether Delia would realise how far she was being taken. But clearly passion. That brings us to the preachers wife. You're asking, why didn't I recognize them in the restaurant? I hadn't been to church in a couple three weeks and had missed the arrival of the new minister and his wife. I knew of course they were coming, but wasn't able to be there, so I had not met them yet.On my way home from the restaurant that night, I made it a point to attend church the following Sunday. Hell, if she's as friendly in church, as she was in the restaurant, I may start attending. .............................................................................................An hour later, they entered the hotel's elegant brasserie restaurant together as an arm-in-arm couple. They were shown to a quiet, dimly-lit corner alcove. The hens were nowhere to be seen."Ok?" asked Nick."Perfect, you clever thing." Good evening sir, madam." A uniformed head waiter was at their side, proffering two huge menus. "The soup tonight is celeriac and lentil; the main is sea bass." Nick took. (Not so private as I insisted the door be left open.) Again, he sucked me briefly before going on his way.I got up and wandered around, back past the gay theater to the she-male room. There were more guys in there, but they weren’t really up to much. I made my way to a decent looking, middle aged guy on a sofa. He was stroking with his pants at his ankles. My kind of guy (neither of my first two contacts had enough going on to pull even a limp cock out of their pants.) I sat next to him in.