Jamie left the girls to look out something for dinner and took himself upstairs to check his messages. Both e-mail accounts were swamped with messages... the US and Canadian messages all much the same - Go Jamie!! - and the UK ones giving a better idea of what was happening across the country. It seemed the actions of the day had played well with the viewing audience and if anything the strength of feeling behind what Jamie was doing had grown.Jamie clicked on the little square to minimise his. I slowly became aware of a wonderful perfume, it seemed to come from everywhere and was creeping up on me like a slinky fog. Not the usual cheap muck, I thought. This smelt wonderful right to the back of my throat. I looked out from my book and down slightly. There was a very beautiful face looking back at me. She was stunning, aged fortyish, dark brown hair with eyes you could dive right into. My throat went dry, but shyness and British reserve took over and I said nothing. The next stop. The kind of loved she craved for desperately. What she needed from him. What she didn’t know how to ask for. Tonight he would not be her Dom but he would be her lover. He picked up her frail body from the passenger seat and carried her into his house. Not putting her down he continued up the stairs while she just rested her head against his chest. No words exchanged between them. Earlier on the phone, he had heard the sob even though she was trying to hide the pain. She didn’t want him to know. This went on a couple of more times. We always did it at Cindy’s place as I guess Maria felt safe their. I tried to get Cindy into it but I could never figure out why till this day she never joined in. Cindy was strange that way she just like to watch. Each time it got hotter and more intense. I started giving Maria facials and cumming on her tits and one time in her mouth and she SWALLOWED. But we never touch each other. The fourth time she was in a doggy style position with her ass spread.