I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexua..., though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having a second man every four weeks or so, not mention another woman as a balance for my man – and me. One of our rules is oral sex only, no intercourse, though that does provide many options.I told some of my girlfriends about Roger’s birthday. “Better.” Soon the time for the next serving arrived. I bend down and serve. He looked up again.“Too many hooks,” he said. I released the top two hooks of my blouse. I had no bra on that day in honour of the occasion. I looked up seeking approval. He shook his head: not adequate. I removed one more hook. No satisfaction yet. I removed them all. The blouse is open and the breasts are exposed. He lifted up his left hand and reached for one breast. He passed his hand over it and then gently. After a few warnings that our guests would be there any minute, she finally stepped out of the bedroom. When I turned to look, my jaw almost hit the floor. She was wearing a black sleeveless top with black slacks that tailored tightly around her ankles. When she spun around for me to see, the pants formed to her ass so perfectly it was almost as if they were stuck in her ass crack. Then I looked down and noticed something I've been asking for for a long time with no luck - she was wearing her. I shared a room with the family's daughter who happened to speak my language, their native language and that of the land too. She helped me to learn during the nights and afternoons we spent together, an inseparable pair who were at the time sixteen or seventeen. Her name was Angela. I picked up on enough English to enroll in school, it might have been junior year. All of her classes were with me to assist in my understanding of the materials at hand.I remember excelling in english literature.
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