She kissed me and told me that she loved me before fixing breakfast for us.I asked Gary if he was okay with last night and with me watching them both ...ave sex and he said that he enjoyed it.“I did as well,” I smiled.“We will have to do it again!” Amy shouted from across the kitchen.“Yes we must,” I replied.Maybe we could do it once a week,” Amy quickly replied.“That’s fine with me,” I replied.Maybe we could spice it up a little more,” Amy shouted.“Spice it up, how?” I asked.“Yes, how?” Gary. She tried to move forwards, desperate to place her mouth around his cock, but it had vanished from sight. His laughing became more shrill, a screen of darkness settling over her vision…Laura woke. It took several long moments to shake the crazy dream, several more to rationalise what her awoken senses were telling her. The ground was a way off, the thickly interwoven jungle a myriad mess of greens. She tried to move but her body was unresponsive. She thought back to her dream. Her face was wet,. Myclients are there to obey me. If I let them fuck me it would destroythat relationship. I don't give blowjobs either. I'm still in two mindsas to whether I should let them please me.I have no clients in the afternoon so after lunch I take care ofpersonal stuff, check some of my investments and then on a whim I callup my tailor and meet with her to discuss some new styles and garmentsfor me. I pay her well too as she is very discreet and doesn't askabout my clients at all. She is a former. After making the tripthree or four times a year I had by now gotten used to the layovers.I got off the plane, then went to retrieve my luggage and was soonwheeling my suitcase down the concourse as I juggled my purse and anovernight bag on my shoulder. I could hear the click of my high heelsand the sound of my skirt as I wiggled along towards the main doors. Ihad bought a new suit done up in a gray wool with a matching blazer thatwas all satin lined. The blouse underneath was a rich royal blue.