I was expecting something sexy, may be a shorter skirt but she was wearing a just above the knees shirtdress, long sleeves in a dark color crepe-de-ch...ne fabrics paired with a high heel strapped sandals. The only sexy touch was the three upper buttons unbuttoned, showing a substantial piece of her cleavage. She looked more as a housewife dressed for a family party than a woman in the verge of being involved in a sexual orgy.Only lampshades providing an environment favorable for intimacies. "I still have those clothes Master," she meekly responded. When they were a couple they used to have role plays where she would pretend to be a captured harem slave and he would pretend to be a Swedish Viking who had captured her."I was thinking of having you dressed up in that again although this time you really would serve me like those harem women, like a personal sex slave serving my every whim," he said as he smiled kinkily."Master ... could I please dry myself. I am starting to get cold,". I said, "Whoa! You mean you don't even eat tacos? That's a sacrifice beyond the call of duty."One said, "Andrew, you can make tacos without meat you know."I said, "Sure, but what's the point?"Our meals came and we dug in. My lamb had this mustard glaze. It was medium rare and just delicious. I had never had anything better in my young life. I reached over and touched the hand of the blonde on my right."Dee Dee, honey. Would you like to try a little of my lamb?"She looked up startled and just. In the past, they often met there as there are a few hidden car parking bays at the back.He pulls in and they look around to make sure no-one is about, he takes his cock out of his trousers as he looks. He doesn’t need to ask or say anything. They both know what he wants and she knows it will happen. It works between them. She does feel a little guilty as it’s her friend’s husband after all but she just can’t stop herself. The need to do this overruns the guilt she is feeling.She leans over and.