But if I told you no, you would stop seeing me Gina said wisely. Well if you had a good enough reason I wouldnt I stated. I pulled her to me and kisse... her hard on the mouth. Get your hair wet. Go under. Gina looked at me and then submerged. She went straight to my cock and started sucking it under water. She surfaced after 30 seconds of sucking and smiled again at me. Ginas makeup was all gone, her eye lashes were floating toward the filter. I reached over grabbing her breasts by the nipple. The short train journey to her destination was a little unnerving. Full of bored husbands in off the peg suits, following the same mundane routine every day, travelling to their over worked and underpaid jobs in London. Up and down the carriage, every head was facing in her direction, some even stretching their necks to look over shoulders to ogle. Not one of them was looking at her face. Following their gaze took her head straight down to her breasts. At that moment, she realised just how see. But, perhaps the strangest pairing was Grace and Eric. It was so adorable. She was the Mistress! It was cute and a little intimidating, too, to see this little shorty giving curt orders to the large, buff sub! Everyone seemed to have had their fill from the buffet and we were casually sitting around talking, chatting, conversing, and generally enjoying each other's company. I don't think anyone had any ideas that this evening was not going to turn into a massively lustful and messy orgy of sex. I knew she occasionally had a male friend accompany her to these shows to keep the hounds away. I saw her hands with her wedding ring shining brightly in the lights. One of the fashion reporters ran up to Janet and stuck a mic in her face. She asked who is this handsome man with you tonight Ms. Winchester. It didn’t go unnoticed that Janet did not correct her name but many married people use their given name as their professional name. Janet said, this is Jacques Dumont, an old friend. The.