The only fly in the ointment could be Dawn - his sister - if she came home, but Alan said it was netball practice today so we had about an hour.Anyway... we were sat on the settee and we both agreed looking at other cocks and touching our cocks excited us both, plainly obvious by the bulges in our pants and with that Alan started to unzip and released his cock and told me to do the same. So we're both sat there with our cocks and balls hanging out of our pants, our hands pulling the foreskin. I also wanted his touching…he brought his hands to my bare stomach (that day I was wearing sari). “aaaaaaaa” uncontrollably I moaned. All of a sudden his lips fell on my lips and he hugged me, even before I could open my mouth.After a few minutes of kissing, he left me! I was fully confused. I stood up, and then he pulled me to sit back. (Then the food came & we had something) and we left without speaking anything. When he dropped me near my pg, he said “thank you – good night” – I didn’t say. Each week Connie and I play two rounds of tennis, both of us are good. Some time I beat hell out of her, sometime she makes me look bad.Always we look foreword to lunch, we usually choose a place where we can talk in private.We keep no secrets from each other. Why would we, after all we fucked hundreds of guys together during our wild days in college. We had no secrets then why should we have any now.Wednesday is the day I do errands, I buy the food for the next week. If needed I get my car. "Wait," he said to the monk, "Bring back Yolande."I didn't know whether that was a good or a bad sign. My fears were confirmed when my fellow prisoner was strapped once more onto the punishment device and subjected to another caning."This was the punishment for your presumptuousness, for talking without permission," the Marquis told me. "Here is your chance to redeem some of the pain you have caused her: Lick her feet clean."I was eager to follow his order and to show that woman how sorry I was.