I put my fingers to my lips. Pineapple! I was hoping Don might invite us again…as long as Percy took care of things…the next time I’d ride Per...y. I’d fuck his huge pole from the top and get him even deeper inside and say: “Okay, Okay,” again.In my sweet dreams I kept seeing the delicate wet pink tip of his bronze cock emerging from its sheath…it was like a baby’s skin or like my vibrator that I had secretly gotten at Liberty House but this was different. It was like a magical thing emerging. One night after a rather tiring bout oflovemaking, Helen took off her nightie and lightly slid the fabric looselyover his manhood and chest. His reaction was instant and telling."Seems that you liked that Sam," she mentioned."Well, it definitely felt different."She then draped the garment over his body, and proceeded give him amassage thru the fabric, when she was finished, they had another marathonround of love making. When they finished, she asked, "So, did you enjoythat?" That was the. "But," she protested, "the servants at the Hall will know; won't they gossip?" Nonsense," her mother responded, "They won't dare, or they'll lose their jobs." But, you always said I mustn't let a man..." And I'm sure he won't," her mother interrupted, "Sir Henry is a gentleman. He wouldn't dream of doing anything wrong." But mummy, in London..."Again she was interrupted, this time with, "Don't be so silly. I'm sure you exaggerate what happened. A man may kiss his fiancée I suppose? I doubt it. Edgar poured more wine to accompany the meal.Once the meal had been cleared away, she began to address us in more serious tones.“Now, I know you came here hoping to have a little frank talk. I’ve given you some idea of my experience. If you think you are comfortable discussing it, let’s talk about where you two are, how you got there and where you are going.”Jack began to tell our story from his perspective. He told Marguerite frankly about the fantasy role-playing, and how it became apparent.