Rebecca finishes her call and excuses herself as my wife and I finish dinner.Soon after my wife's phone rings. Her friend is needing some help straigh...ening her hair. My wife grabs her keys and heads out the door, Love you, be back in a bit, she says as she leaves.A few minutes latter there is a knock on the door again. When I answer it, it is Rebecca again. “Hey, I need some money for an ride. Can I sell you something? All I have is my purse and a lighter.” she says as she steps threw the. I was paying for everything, flights, accommodation and meals, and providing transport when required.It might seem extreme, seeing how other clubs would also benefit, but I had the money to spend, this was something I personally wanted, so why should I try and get the clubs to subsidize the trip, it would be very beneficial to the smaller clubs, who would not normally have a VIP of the art visit them.Master Saito arrived on Friday night, which was the reason I was missing this week’s game. It. She wasn’t fazed at all and just kept babbling. She pulled a few items out of the dresser: a book like the one Fergus had showed me back in Highever with my father’s writing in it; a handful of blankets and baby clothes, a stack of poorly made knitted sweaters, a small gold locket on a chain sized for a toddler. “Your parents left things here so you’d never feel alone,” she explained. “There’s a journal that they added to every time they visited, and clothes that the Teyrna thought you might. Placing his big hands on my hips he pulled me closer. So close that I felt his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers, pressing hard against my ass. His breath brushed my neck.“Maybe you should practice with the dogs. Let them watch, when you get off.” He murmured close to my right ear. I shivered again, more because of his deep voice so close by than because of his suggestion. Being with the dogs today had been fun. Maybe he was right. Maybe not.His hands moved down my sides and I spread.