" I'm just curious about how that waited until you met someone incredibly wealthy..."I want to tell her that she is misinformed on the level of Liam's...wealth, but I know it isn't my place to say, with it being a sensitive subject. From James tight-lipped smile, I can tell this may have been discussed behind my back previously."I never met a male sadist who was interested in me before. That's the only reason," I reply, not willing to bring up the subject of Justin."Well, if you say it like that,. For a pool party.Food and beverage will be provided.Women should wear swim-suits.Men will swim naked."He read that last line three times before switching screens back to the text-message and hitting the call icon.Dylan: I take it that you read it.Matt: I read it. Has she lost her mind?Dylan: I don't know, she's your wife.Matt: Have you spoken to your wife about it?Dylan: Oh, yeah . . . She called me.Matt: What did she say?Dylan: We're going.Matt: WHAT!Dylan: I said . . .Matt: Hold on, Dylan,. Her nose was immediately assaulted by something savory. Mark was in the kitchen, making grilled chicken marinated in some sort of wine sauce. “Hey, pretty lady,” he said, giving her a kiss. “Another successful massage therapy session?” Fighting her blush, she kissed him back deeply. “Very successful,” she asserted, and his eyes widened slightly. “Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” “Nothing,” she answered sweetly. “Just my handsome husband making dinner. I hope you haven’t got plans for dessert. "You are an incredible cocksucker Miss James." said the older man as he held the back of her head. He then pulled her to her feet and started to kiss her full on the lips. She responded, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. The young lad lifted up her mini skirt and was squeezing her bum, just how she liked it. She felt him pulling down her panties. "Wow!" the yong man exclaimed, "she's a special girl." The older man smiled. "Fucking perfect and just how we like our bitches here." He.