Both were kissing him on his cheeks. They were part of his circle of friends as I remember seeing those two with Keith at the bar.I also thought there...was something about those two. I always noticed they sort of waited on him by getting him drinks. He never danced alone with either of them. They always danced as a threesome. They both rarely left his side except with another man who also was in the service.I stared at that picture as I felt this rage of jealousy run through my body. Now I had. She stayed with the guy from Thursday to Sunday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to my house on the first night, before the morning came (perhaps it's my catholic upbringing, I don't know) or my feelings of guilt would destroy me. If I stayed it meant that I didn't love my girlfriend enough as I found out many times on college; but a full. You will please her as you please me. If you fail, you will be punished!"Gimp knew what that meant but was unsure. He had been mentally tortured and punished before. It was not fun. He always tried to behave and please Mistress as required. Was this one of the many mind games that Mistress tortured him with or was she serious?Gimp had to please with the massage. He knew Mistress Crystal knew what they felt like and he had to deliver. Mistress secretly enjoyed his touch."NOW!!" said. My saliva was flowing full time because the taste of his pre-cum was a trifle bitter to me reminding me of the acid in oranges and not the sweet cloying taste of my own honey that I sampled from time to time. The diluted mess was dribbling down my chin and I was glad all the servants were safely in bed and would not disturb me in my fumbling exploration of the male mystique.Daddy Bill still had his nightshirt bunched around his hips and I was able to slide my other hand around behind and rub.