She saw that her lover was talking with her slave and knelt casually on the carpet to join the conversation.“I was just telling George here about th... facts of life. Or at least the further facts of his life to come in our care!”Dominique smiled and reached out to stroke the naked skin of my cranium as if I were a dog or a cat that needed reassurance.“Yes, George,” she said with a small sigh. “As you heard we are about to have a parting of the ways. You will be bought by someone who will look. No a good girl wouldn't spend a night in a hotel suite with a man other than her husband. Again the answer is no a good girl would not let a man other than her husband put his hand on her intimate places so no she would not let him bring her to climax - now that is such a pity. Our private time together has been absolutely wonderful, so yes I have enjoyed it. As to if I am a good girl, I was a good girl before you showed me what I was missing. I expect I will go back to being a good girl when I. I wanted her to touch me all over, Icaught myself imagining her fingers, her lips. I seemed to barelyremember the last time I'd been with a woman, the way my lust wasfocused so on my erection, how my whole awareness funneled throughthrusting my cock deep inside her. And now I was different, changed. Thearousal I knew my new body was feeling, this scattering whirlwind that Ibarely understood. Like I was drunk and frightened and excited all atthe same time - and it seemed to be a wave that. I informed her l was going to see Iris the next day as my wife Sandra was back at work.When Sandra left the following morning for work l had breakfast took a shower around 11am Iris came to the back door and before l even wished her a good morning she said “you made Lizzy’s weekend”, l grinned sheepishly and kissed Iris then asked if she wanted to taste my cock. She reached between my legs then knelt in front of me with a bit of help, Iris released my cock and swallowed it whole, her sucking.