My husband and I were staying at Windsor, and I travelled by wherry from the White Hart along the River Thames to return there by 2.30am. My husband, ...arvis Braxton-Clark, joined me in bed a half hour later. He was in a jovial mood as he had won a large sum of money at the card table.Our marriage was an arranged one, not unusual in the society into which I had been born, and bereft of love, or even lust or passion. I obtained those missing ingredients in my life from my lover Sebastian 'Krish'. Well, I’m embarrassed to say so, but people keep telling me that I’m a ten. Of course, I’m too modest to accept that approbation, but I must admit, they’re probably right.”“You?” I think the tone of my voice probably showed my disbelief.“That’s what they tell me,” he said smoothly, although his eyes had narrowed at my response, so he was probably a bit upset.“I’ve never heard anyone say that,” I commented, trying not to upset someone who seemed to be looking out for me. “Although I do tend to. I felt so comfortable being with him and smiledand said thank you Pat and I love your sexy swim suit. He smiled andasked me if I wanted to swim in his pool for awhile and I could wear asexy swim suit. I quickly said yes and he told me to strip and he'd getme one. I eagerly did so and felt so horny my seven inch boy cock washard. As he came back he said wow you are so sexy and gave me a tinywhite swim suit and I put them on and said I love these they feel sogood.We swam for awhile and then dried. The girdle jiggled and popped, the promise of a full buck ride made explicit.The music slowed, became almost syncopated. Maria gambolled around the set, moving with grace, extending and pointing her toes, bending and moving to the music as her shoulders shimmied. She removed her top as she moved. When she faced the camera again, she executed a full body shake, arms, shoulder, hips jiggling to frantic rhythms. Bent back, her breasts shook, rose and fell with her torso. There could be no doubt.