It was the type of countenance that left no room for doubt: he is bursting with delight to see me. You hurried down the steps and darted across the tw... feet into his arms almost knocking him over in your enthusiasm. He recovered wasting no time returning your greeting. He smelled good. It wasn't cologne nor any discernable odor, simply Tom. The smelled seem to emanate from his bridled euphoria and mixed with his glee so large that it bordered on despair. In the minute or two you both stood. .cold water for hot body....a superficial washing . She untie slave hands and arms.....- undress, leave plug too and clean all before back home! Then come to meFrancesco agree with head..... then start to undress.....remove chains collar braclets and plug from his arse.....all open-air and if someone want watch can see all......cleaned everything: collar straps bracelets plug hood then return home and go to the Mistress!She was still dressed in her riding with boots dirty.....Francesco kneel in. All of a sudden, it hit me what I could do. Something so easy it was almost laughable. I’d just ask her for some “sugar.” I’d say I was baking cookies and ran out. It was a classic line to get me into her house. From there, I’d just compliment the shit out of her and she’d be putty in my hand. She was already outside sunbathing herself in the front yard. She was in her teeny tiny white bikini. I ran to take a shower and got dressed. I brought my measuring cup with me and walked outside to where. I mean, you have to be honest with me.” “You mean like, ‘Hey, honey. I’m going to fuck Drew tonight, okay?’ Like that?” “Well, not exactly. But, something like that.” “Then what, exactly?” “You don’t have to ask my permission.” “I don’t need permission?” “You already have it, Cary. And, it would probably be better if you did it here. You’d be more comfortable.” “Here? In our bed?” He shrugged. “No big deal to me. Who knows? It might even turn you on when we’re together to remember him screwing.