I heard her take a sharp breath as I did so. I lightly slapped her arse and heard her moan. She liked this. I did it again, harder. She dug her nails ...nto my back. I moved my hands back up to her nipples and began to twist them gently. I kissed down her neck and licked her nipples gently. I kissed down her stomach and began licking along her waistline. I moved my hands to her thighs and kissed her clit. She moaned gently and put her hand on the back of my head. I moved her thighs further apart. Everywhere I went, I was waited on hand and foot now. This kind of attention and love was my childhood dream. Right then, as my car pulled up to the gym, there was a light tap on the window of my Bentley. My driver got out to open the door for three cheerleaders I had arranged for breakfast. As they slipped into the seats with me, they began taking off their team jackets. Underneath they wore nothing. Their naked bodies greeted me as I reached out with one hand and massaged their tits and wet. Part of her was scared of her another hated her. She couldn’t understand what Mike even saw in her. So far all the women that knew Mike were total bitches except one, and that was the girl who was with the guy who made all the leather for Mike. She knew that it was going to be rough without Mike around, she had no idea how she was going to deal with her work and her collar, especially with Lesslie spying on her. Lesslie came out 15 minutes later wearing nothing. She walked over and stood in. She was fiercely a 'one man' woman which suited me although I took extra-marital sex when and where I could (see my stories about Ann and Sister-in-law Suzi etc) to top-up my tally of notches on the bedpost. We used to go to office parties and usually used my office as a changing room. This office was the one in which I shagged my filing clerk Ann and watching my spouse undress and start to put on her ballgown evoked those pleasurable moments. I knew she knew I was getting randy by the smile on.