.. the color of the family eye, the suspenders were leather braces ... no belt. Black silk hose and wingtips completed ... or so I thought.I sweated t...e Arrival.My partner made an entrance. Her dress matched my tie ... exactly. Her hair was up and fine ... My brain said... Where is Grace?The vision that tripped lightly down the stairs wore Cornflower Blue ... Cornflower Blue that hugged curves. Curves that started at tiny slipper clad feet and ended at an impossibly long and aristocratic neck.. . um... I don't know." he stammered. His eyes kept drifting to my tits. I raised my hands and stroked them. "Do you like them?" his face told me he did, "Do you want to touch them?" I had no idea why I was trying to tempt him. I love my husband and I have never looked at another man in my life. But right now, feeling as excited and horny as I did, I just wanted to know what it would be like. "Yes." his voice squeaked out. I raised my eyebrow, "Well..." I teased as I pushed them together and. She kept gyrating her hip and as she lowered her jeans to the floor, she bent over. I did not understand why she stayed that way instead of straightening up till the second girl went over to her and stood behind her. She reached out and ran her hands over the upturned ass in front of her. She let her hands slip down the front of the thighs, and up the backs of them.The first girl stayed bent over, legs straight, jeans at her ankles. I watched her large breasts sway slightly as her breathing. Where´s the club, the girls wondered, looking around at the row of low story private places. Joe invited them in. It looked rather a private house, than a club of BDSM afficionados. "This place is very private indeed", Peterson explained the young loving couple of ladies, "... It´s Joe´s. He´s a club member, but of ´Cuisine Culinair´. Food lovers, who cook hot meals for each other. We´ll be served bits.But in this place anf for this special occasion, men tend to get more than women, my dears"..