The thought sent a little thrill through me.At least I was clean now. She’d taken pity on me and used a damp towel to wipe my feet and legs where I�...�d splashed myself. It was both humiliating and gratifying, being fussed over my Mistress. Clean of body, at least. My mind was another matter. Dirty thoughts resided there. Thoughts of kneeling before my Mistress and pleasuring her with my mouth and, God help me, thoughts of doing the same to her husband.“You look pretty, kitty.”Startled, I froze. I shouted - "Where you off to Charlie?"He said, "I'm off to change a light bulb."Well I just cracked up, couldn't stop laughing, then said,"That's gonna be a bit awkward i'nit?" Not really," he said. "I still have the receipt, you insensitive bastard."Angela Merkel arrives at Control in Athens airport."Nationality?" asks the immigration officer."German," she replies."Occupation?" No, just here for a few days."I spent a couple of hours defrosting the fridge last night.Or "foreplay" as she likes. His hands gripped my waist tight, and his thrusts were making my tits bounce back and forth as I held on tight to Chris' hard dick, sucking the head and then licking his balls. 'OK man, my turn!' said Chris. James reluctantly slipped his cock out of my pussy, and Chris got up and went around behind me. 'Do you want to taste your hot pussy?' panted James as he came around and sat on the couch in front of me. He moaned as I took his thick, hard prick in my mouth. I tasted my sweet pussy juices. ‘Any sort of formal title,’ she had said of the decision, ‘seems a bit absurd while you’re fucking me bowlegged.’ Even at that, Anthony’s preferred nouns of address, in the heat of passion, tended to be words like ‘slut’, ‘bitch’, and ‘cunt.’ ‘Before we dress and trot off to dinner, however,’ Gloria said, ‘there is one very important thing that we need to discuss.’ ‘What’s that?’ Anthony asked apprehensively. ‘While this past week or so has been wonderful, exhilarating, and even life changing.