But it was Henri that I found, in the same mountain restaurant at lunchtime, without Chantelle or any of the others Id met but with some other people....He waved hello and asked if Id like to do a run with him after the meal. I said yes obviously, wondering where Chantelle was and if Id ruined everything. Shed exposed herself to invite me to do something special together, and confident though she was my rejection must have hurt. Why was Henri inviting me to ski with him? It didnt feel as though. You are, frankly speaking … quite attractive.” I blushed. “Don’t blush! You know I tell the truth.” I blushed even more. “Never mind! So I love my husband and we still have sex at least three times a day. Can you believe that?" “Sure.” “But he is a businessman and travels a lot. I feel so lonely when he isn’t here. Could you imagine how much I miss him? Have you ever missed someone?” “Yes. Does he know you have been in an accident?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “No. I did not. I pressed the doorbell of that large red brick house, in the nice quiet housing estate where they lived and waited, a moment later Kevin opened the door and eagerly invited me in."If you could wait in the dinning room" he said keenly "To keep it a surprise, and then i'll come and get you when we're ready" Okay" I replied feeling still a little nervous about the whole thing.But it was too late to back out now, so I stepped into the room opposite the large lounge and Kevin quickly shut the door,. He looked at the woman again. She had quieted down a bit, her head hanging. The nipple clamps had relaxed, her rump, still swollen and impaled on the dildo, was glistening with sweat, and occasional shudders rippled through her. ‘You did not get to cum? Harry hardly recognised his own voice. ‘No Sir, I was too slow. Only one of us gets to cum when we get fucked Sir. If I am able to reach orgasm while my husbands cock is still in me, he does not get to shoot his cum. If I don’t, he does?’ Her.