She seemed quite aloof and way out of my league. That was until one day she was asked to tidy up a room for a guest who would be arriving later that d...y. This was normal practice, when we are short staffed everyone helps out. Sarah asked me if I would mind helping her. Being Sarah it said I would. As I followed Sarah up the stairs I could not take my eyes of her arse. I swear she was swaying her hips THAT much on purpose. I was in heaven, Sarah's arse inches from my face. "Did you enjoy the. I have been asked many times how I have accomplished this, so here are some guidelines and ideas.First, and of paramount importance, your relationship with your husband MUST be 100% rock solid. Any jealousy, insecurity, or lack of total trust, and this is NOT for you.We have both been very active in the B.D.S.M. community for over a decade. We are used to playing with others in this world which does not include sex. BDSM is a tactile game of touch, feel, and emotional paring.In addition, we. “What did you do? How bad could it have been?” “I sort of experimented with another girl.” Miranda’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. “It’s not funny,” Kylie said . “I – I know. But it’s not something to get upset over.” “It feels weird.” “Don’t – don’t worry about it,” Miranda said, shaking her head and grinning. “It’s normal.” “I don’t know.” Kylie put her face in her hands. Miranda sighed and rolled her eyes. “Can I ask what led to it? I guess I’d better. Having tentatively replied, she quickly picked up her coffee and took a large sip. She eagerly bit into the flap jack; savouring the sweet, yet sticky taste on her tongue. She felt a pleasant ache emanate from her groin as she waited. The response came, “Is the guy looking at you?” Emma glanced in his direction, “No, reading a Kindle.” “Get his attention somehow, but don’t look at him directly.” Emma looked at the words, she was a little puzzled. Emma coughed loudly. The elderly gent never.