I was downstairs on the recliner end of the blue sectional sofa watching Comedy Central, sitting in just my mesh shorts and waiting for my lover step ...om to come down. I heard ice hitting the bottom of a glass, the familiar hiss from a soda bottle opening and then her footsteps comming down the stairs. She knew how much I enjoyed my whiskey and cola drinks and made one, quite strong to help me relax. She handed me the drink and sat down next to me. She was wearing a light pink nightgown. She. Able to smell something. Food. Ravenous at the thought of food we sit and feast and drink the rest of that champagne and then another. You rapidly perk up, getting more flirty and dirty as we work through dinner. But you don’t make any overt moves towards me. After dinner and dessert, I take you by the hand and walk you into the bathroom. Taking your robe off, I lead you to the warm bath. We sit opposite one another in the couple’s bath, my hands exploring your calves. Gently massaging your. I told him I had to get back to hubby but that I'd like a couple of bites on my boobs. He was happy to oblige, so I slipped my straps down to give him full access. He gave me two nice red bites but was a bit cheeky, putting a finger in my pussy while he did it.The bites were close to the top of my boobs, so they were in plain view as I walked back to hubby. He was standing next to Sue the hostess with his arm round her shoulder and resting on the top of her tits. When he saw the results of his. This all added up to a mystery that seemed greater than the sum of its parts, a mystery that I felt compelled to penetrate.My developing obsession with Mr Harris was clearly not healthy for someone in my line of work; Rosie, my Madame, had warned me not to delve too deeply into a client's private life. They pay for our services, we fulfil their fantasies, and there it should end. I was in danger of becoming too personally involved, I know that. No matter, I am confident that I can handle.