” “Presents?” wondered Qafira aghast. “I didn’t know I had to bring any wrapped presents with me.” “No, that’s not at all necessary,...�� Mrs Doyle remarked. “Your presence is present enough! But come along, dear, everyone will be waiting for you!” Qafira followed Mrs Doyle across the manicured lawn, past the garden sprinkler and the fat jolly garden gnomes to a shaded area on the lawn just by the patio where all the guests had already gathered and in the centre of which was Fanny who was. Sophie held onto the receiver long after the dial tone began. Only when she was near sleep did she reach out and hang it up. Several hours later, with the sun shining through the curtains, the ringing of the telephone woke her."Hello?" she mumbled."I want details, Sophie, and no messing around this time," Toni demanded in place of a greeting."Toni, what time is it?" Eight fifteen. Were you sleeping?" Toni asked."Uh huh," Sophie managed to get out."I'm coming over. You better be ready to talk,". Furthermore, she was afraid of her submissive desires. Deep down, she longed for Alan to be her master. Thanks to her idealized conception of him, he seemed like the perfect master and ultimate lover. But she was still very ashamed by the idea that she even wanted a master, and most of the time she refused to let herself think those thoughts, much less express them to someone else. She even tried to downplay that when talking to Susan, although she knew that Susan had a similar submissive. I took me some time before I realized that my sexy secretary and the mystery man were having sex there. I tried to ignore it, but as the bed creaking became louder, I knew there was no point. I got turned on myself and all of a sudden I felt my own wetness. I heard Sheila starting to gasp not so loud.The creaking of the bed became even louder and I now could hear the sounds of flesh smacking flesh. The tempo of penetration increased as well, and the gasping became moaning. I could not help my.