Proof of my deflowering was a common thread. They would have been happy with stained sheets as evidence but photo's where the preference. I swipe past...all the parts I just can't bear to read the last messages that were sent on Friday night. Matt had planned to drug me in the end . He wanted to win this bet at all costs. Costs that only would affect me. I had not noticed the cups where different colours when Matt had gotten us drinks that night. One red cup meant for me. One blue cup for him.. ‘Mutton would be fine.’ the mistress confirmed. ‘What about the master, Ma’m’ Jean enquired knowing the habits of her mistress, that she would go to his study and ask him, for it was not the cooks place so to do. ‘Wait there and I will enquire, Jean – just a moment.’ Knocking and quickly entering she discovered her husband locked into Florence underneath him, his hairy buttocks heaving like a prize bull fucking its cow, he not aware of her presence, and Florence neither locked beneath him as. As her moans get more and more intense she reaches her first orgasm of the night her pussy clams down and her moan is low and throaty. like a cat after a long pat she is almost purring, though i only stop long enough to allow for it to come down and for her to be ready for another. slowly pulling in and out i start to get her towards another. looking around there are many cars driving past and some noticeably slow down. if for the darkened night or if to take a better peek we will never know.. Maybe this was an opportunity to rid him of some of that excessMediterranean machismo he occasionally lorded over my head. Come to thinkof it, his smirk when he first approached me with his fetish fantasyarrogantly exuded that very machismo. Some humility would do him good.And if he can live out some of his fantasies, then why not in fairnesscould I not live out some very new ones of mine?Yes, let him live out a few weekends unconstrained: cooking, cleaning, andsuch. Let him grow to love it so.