“Oh my god,” she whispered. My hand found her ass and squeezed. Our tongues danced around each other’s. Her hand found my cock. Wait a minute. H...w could she reach…? Then I felt her breasts against my back. Mary had snuck up behind me. I stopped kissing my wife. She opened her eyes and saw Mary peeking over my shoulder, her hand rubbing the front of my pants. “Is this OK guys?” She asked. My wife said nothing. She just found a chair and sat down. “Really? “I asked. She shrugged. “Let’s see what. A slight prick of panic crept across his chest as he focused his eyes carefully in a futile effort to locate a familiar landmark. But all he saw was his rejected dinner date standing several yard in front of him with her hands on her hips and that damned disarming smile stretching across her face. She slowly approached him with her eyes fixed on his."You lookin' for me, sailor?"He made a snap decision, figuring she could help him back to the ship when their encounter was over and reached his. Just before he left he gave her an envelope."I understand that Meg is taking you out on Wednesday to the races. There's a monkey (five hundred pounds) in the envelope, buy yourself a nice dress and place a bet or two." Boss, I can't take this." Why shouldn't you? You do a damn good job; the business wouldn't be as successful as it is without you. Let's just say it's a bonus for hard work." Kate hadn't realised that Meg intended they should go to the races. She had never mentioned an interest in. The door opened and a beautiful servant girl carrying a tray stepped in. The prince immediately sat up. Before he could enquire, she said, “Governor Arcturus sent me with these humble offerings to tempt you.” Delight immediately registering on his face; he motioned for her to come. Adela approached the prince’s bed with the tray. “Place them on the table.” He told her. She did so. “Will that be all Your Highness?” she asked, her emerald orbs enquiring from him. The girl was clad in a long.