”“Goes without saying.”“And I would want someone on a long-term regular basis. I wouldn’t want to be part of a harem.”Bradley laughed. “...ell, I have no intention of building a harem and Robyn wouldn’t let me do that either. No, I am looking for someone on a regular long-term basis too and a couple new to the game like yourself and Alan would be perfect.”“Have you dealt with many couples who are new to it all?”“You would be the first couple of first timers that I have dealt with but I have dealt. “Been keeping out of mischief?”An image of Mom lying beneath me with her legs draped over my shoulders flashed before my eyes. “Don’t stop, Teddy! Don’t stop!”“Always, Dad. How was the tennis?”Dad started reeling off some mind-numbing stats about Pete Sampras’ serve when Mom entered from the back yard with an armload of washing. She’d kicked me out of bed the night before after our second session so she could strip it down and put the sheets in the machine. She’d also made me promise not. He moved closer to her neck, tan beneath her pinned-up hair. “Yep, there’s some.” He flicked his fingertips over the warm skin. With a great show he dusted his hand against his pants. “There. Can’t have stray flour all over the place. You know, Karen, a recent Yale study found that flour is an aphrodisiac, right up there with the olive oil our grandparents used so effectively in Sicily.” “That so?” she asked, catching the mock-serious tone in his voice. He had sidled closer to her, his khaki. You moisture now flows freely, coaxed into a rivulet by the probing tongue. It pushes at them, teasing them open and they obeyYou moan and rock your body, thrashing against your bonds...why?why won’t it go deeper, your lips open in welcome yet the tongue chooses to graze the outsides, the mouth chooses to nibble softly on your lips. But, you have not long to wait and with a sigh you feel the tongue of your Dom press against your lips, parting them as pressure is added and a fire ignites in you.