It was almost like they knew better, like they could feel this man's dominance reign over all of them. The door opened revealing Mark and instantly sh... knew she was his, knew she was safe. He reached for her left hand, lifted it gently and kissed it hard while staring into her eyes. A surge of pleasure ripped through her hand, up her arm. His touch and kiss was like pleasure on fire. "Please, come in Mandy," he said, while gently guiding her in. "Thank you." "Put your bag on the table there and. Not that it made it any easier as she slowly climbed the small stone steps into the building."Hi!" she began with a friendly smile as she greeted the miserable looking receptionist.There was no response. The receptionist was about 50, hunched over and staring at Leanne blankly through her thick glasses. There was a magazine open in front of her, which Leanne had apparently distracted her from. After a moment or two, the young woman decided to continue."I saw an advert asking for people to come. Now I know they weren't like that when I put them away so I began to wonder what was going on. I went to ask my husband if he had any idea and noticed his lips were really red as if he had been kissing on some slut that had on lipstick. Oh I was pissed. "Why the fuck are your lips so red"? He replied like a typical man,"I dunno". "Who have you been kissing and fucking?" I asked. "Nobody, I promise. I've been home all day by myself" he answered almost convincingly. I stormed away infuriated. I. ”After rinsing off Nat put a towel down on the end barstool under the veranda. She leaned back against the bar and said, “You know this is pretty comfortable, Maggi said I should try it out, would you oil up my pussy again?”As I was applying the vitamin E oil I remembered, that’s where she and Danny (Donna’s Husband) would fuck when all four of us were together, she said she always would cum when he was fucking her on this bar stool. Thinking of it, I was fucking Donna and Danny was fucking.