"You please Me so much, sexy girl"Thanking Him... I look away. Unsure of all the feelings Can I please Him all the time? How can I wonder if this is a...l real, when His hands are on me? So silly sometimes. He knows that my mind doesn't shut down well. And I can see that He is a bit torn Himself... torn between exploring my slutty wetness and between caring if I am ok.I jump a bit as my cell phone rings. It's Amanda — has it been all that long already? I tell Dave who it is as I answer. I try to. Stand up and get on the bed... On all fours." Oh Please baby" she pleaded. "Not now... Not while you're in this state of mind." Why NOT now?" I asked, "I want SOMETHING that's just mine... And that one-thing is no longer your pussy, is it?"My wife looked defeated, so she got up on the bed and On all fours. "Get naked for me" I barked. "Clothes on are fine for a backseat fuck, but you're in a bed now, whore. I want you naked."As my wife struggled to get out of her clothes, I gazed down on her. ."Ah well, there is really no need for the Bentley, my dear Claire - I am meeting her in London and the Club is sending a limousine to Heathrow. But I really do appreciate your kind offer." His fellow passenger smiled back and seemed quietly amused by his response. He knew he had to watch himself with Lady Claire - she was far too intelligent and observant to be easily deceived and he realized he had already said too much. If she ever found out how he had arranged her youngest daughter's. While she was tucking the parka around her, she asked what was in the pocket and I said my pistol; would she like me to remove it. She turned pale, and nodded her head not saying anything. I took the pistol, put it back in its holster, and placed it back in the side of the door panel.She then asked me why I had a gun and I said that not all people were as pretty and well mannered as she was and it was normally used for protection from snake and other varmints. I left the headache rack lights on.