Modest, though attractive tits and I do like the way her pubic hair has been waxed. The third pic shows a rear view of her in the same leather slacks ...ithout any covering over her magnificent ass.“Did you like my pics? Can we confirm some arrangements?,” she asks confidently two minutes later.“How old are those pics?” I reply.“A few hours, the room service boy took them for me this morning. Poor boy, his hands were shaking. He was most impressed with my body, specially my ass, forty-two inches. Linda had rounded up nine colleagues I'd worked with at various times – six female, three male – and asked if I minded having a few more added to the meal after the ceremony."I had a word with Helen," she said, with a dimpled smile, "and she doesn't mind at all; there are three of her co-workers to add, too. Everyone wanted to come, Ted. Oh, I tipped the wink to the Rutland, by the way, and there isn't a problem for them."That came as a bit of a shock, I have to say, but I was touched – I. Which also raised questions in her mind that she was not prepared to ask yet; like--how could her mother marry the man who evidently oversaw this kingdom of sexual debauchery? Did her mother even know? Surely she must."Dee," continued Andi. "Do you remember a couple of days ago when I told you that my husband and my friends and I sort of danced to a different tune when it comes to sex?" Dee nodded as she nibbled her BLT a bit pensively. "Well, I'm here to tell you that we, all of us, really. Last name O’Mally, First name Catriona.’ Very, very nice. She gave the address in Hyde Park, snapped the cell phone closed and turned to see the portly Vice President, and the pseudo grieving widow. With a contrite smile, Cat murmured softly. ‘Oh…Sorry.. I needed a quiet place, didn’t want to bother you. I remembered the way, I hope you don’t mind. I, need to wait for a return call. OK to take it here? I, don’t want to take you from your visitors, Mrs. Robertson.’ Mrs. Robertson, had never.