I had noticed that a feminine awareness always dictated the war paint application. The swirl of color accented those up-thrust breasts and if your eye...followed the pattern flow across her flat stomach and thighs it was carried to a highlighted pubis.She looked up at me and smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining from her darkened face and reddened lips."Red meat tonight!" she proclaimed proudly.Dinner spat, dripped and steamed on a spit above the fire. Brittany turned it occasionally as she. I see that you are married." Yes, ma'am." Is your spouse a student here?" In fine art, ma'am. She's also an intern at the Art Gallery." Would you be willing to divulge how you met Barry O'Farrell?" Well, it was personal, ma'am." [I really didn't want to get into trouble.]"I hadn't thought it was political, Mr. Hollister. Though Mr. O'Farrell's aboriginal interests are well-known." Well. My dad is the Director of the Australian Museum. I was introduced to Mr. O'Farrell by my mother." Terse. If. What came out in the open had me giggling with amazement,Clair andmy wife met these guys in a local park in Manchester that was well known for dogging and what started out in her and my wife doing it to wind `old blokes` up turned into them addicted to sex with strangers,no strings attached regular sex.So i asked Clair to do me one favour and id destroy the video, i asked her to let me know when they was going to the next session and that she was to blindfold my wife as they was in the act.I. Well, I was left with no option but to taste the wine in front of this beautiful almost naked lady. Having tasted the wine, and assuring her it was a good wine, I topped the glass up and placed it beside the bed.By this time, without me noticing, she had turned around facing the wall, kneeling on the bed in only her panties, her arm just covering her small, but cute breasts. I said to her, "Enjoy the wine Madam," and was about to leave.Just as I got to the door - she shouted, "Sir, could you.