"We'll need at least two references if you're applying." Of course. Will military do?" Then you'll need three." OK. Can we bring them by tomorrow?" Af...er three and stay for dinner?" Wonderful. No fish please!" Aha. You've been dining on the beach?" And when not, it's cold prawns in the salad." Right. Tomorrow?" See you then."I told Weena and we discussed cuisine. I said that I'd be at Scitech and couldn't help her market. She said she thought she could manage Patrick in the shopping cart. But. .eat?" he slowly enunciated for her.She wasn't sure what bothered her more, that he was speaking to her likeshe was a moron or that she needed him to speak like that so she couldunderstand. In either case she didn't like the condescension in hisvoice."Cun haf levt-over een fridge," she said. The kitchen hadn't been sparedfrom her search for answers, she knew exactly what was in the fridge.Her husband - his name was Tom according to the mail she'd found on thecoffee table - looked disappointed. My cock was straining at the front of my pantyhose and Pat was staring at it. She knelt down in front of me and without hesitating began to lick my cock through the nylon. I was in heaven knowing that my wife's best friend was doing this and that I would be telling her all about it later. "Does Jim know about this?" I asked Pat. Jim was her husband and I had met him a few times. He was probably one of the most boring people I had ever talked to. " No, and I doubt if he would be interested even. The shower felt wonderful and gave Ashley a chance to clear her mind. While she found tonight’s events scary as hell, she was also excited about learning more about this lifestyle and looked forward to what it might bring. When Ashley stepped out of the bathroom showered and extremely tired, Sam met her and assisted with putting on both sets of cuffs. The two of them joined Hoby in bed on opposite sides. As she lay on Hoby’s side she found a great deal of comfort in Sam holding her hand across.