As Ray showed Jonathan to the den, LeeAnn told them she’d get the drinks and asked, “What’ll it be, a Bud, Miller lite, or rum and coke?”Ray s...id, “I have a bud, hate those fucking lite beers.”“Well dear, the lite one is for me, so I can keep my girlie figure.”Jonathan grinned, and shifted so his jeans would not pinch the hell out of his expanding dick. “If you don’t mind me saying so, you have one hell of a figure baby. I’ll have a Bud.”“Flattery will get you everywhere honey,” LeeAnn answered. Although I had never seen Lady Broadmoor in Mistress Pickles’ house hitherto she seemed to know precisely where everything was and I assumed that she had examined her apartments before the ball. As I poured two glasses of champagne she assembled a strange array of items from the top drawer of the chest onto the bed. There before me lay the dildo similar to that which Jenkins had first used and I myself had employed to pleasure my first Lady guest. Beside it lay a strange leather ball with black. Alcohol started its effect on me, her beauty caught my attention as she continued talking, I could see each and every detail of Geetha’s beauty from her head to toe I could see an angel in front of me. Our eyes met for a very brief moment and as she continued, she started revealing about her dissatisfaction with her husband as he uses her only as a whore in the night without any love which she is longing for.I listened to each and everything she was telling with a lot of attention, consoling in. .this is not as sexy....go on.”“Right, so he was just looking at me as if nothing else in the world mattered....this is not a slam against you...this would be for anyone....it's been a long time since anyone looked at me like that. You know? What woman doesn't want to feel that level of desire? And, that was it, I could tell he really desired me. It was almost as if he was looking at me naked. I could feel and see his eyes rove up and down my body. It was....sexy.”“Did you get wet talking with.