He managed the stables where the girls took riding lessons. I'd spend my days gazing out of the classroom window trying to catch a glimpse of him and ...y nights in my room imagining what he'd do to me. I don't ever remember him being mentioned, being introduced to him or speaking to him, but I'm sure he was real and not just one of my fantasies… It was late July. I was in my tiny bedroom all alone once again. I'd been standing by the open window on the ground floor trying to catch a slight. But who the victim, or were the victims I had no idea. When you put this together with what HL had found out though, about all the relationships, and particularly how the 'marriage' began and where, an interesting scenario began to emerge.Perhaps the General, or Colonel as he was then, had been introduced to Mademoiselle de la Mettisse, and she had tried a little domination and bondage with him and discovered his little secret. It would probably have suited her, because her parents would have. “Well, what is it?” I said perplexed.His hands fumbled together behind him, his naked chest and torso on display. Then Guy delivered his lines, “I misbehaved with you at home and I apologise for it Madam. I ... I wish to earn your forgiveness.”I stared at him awhile; before recalling what Iris had shared with me earlier in the day;“Remember Margo, in the bedroom, always exercise your authority and discipline over the boy! The cock between his legs is yours; not his!”Iris had described some of. “Ava! Orlanda!” I groaned. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I freed my round tits. They jiggled as I grabbed a fistful of my wife's hair. “I need this.”“Mmm, just cum, Birdie,” purred Orlanda. She thrust her tongue deep into my cunt.“Getting there,” I moaned. Then groaned as my wife did something I love.She deep-throated me.My cock slid down my wife's throat. She slid her ruby lips lower and lower. Her blue eyes blazed with her passion. Her throat engulfed the sensitive tip. She.