In der Hose des Schwarzen erkannte man eine m?chtige Beule. Sein Schwanz rieb in dieser Position unvermeidlich an ihren Br?sten. "Wie hei?en sie?" fra...te Brad ihn, in entspannter Pose mit dem Whisky in der Hand. "I..ich, Sir ? Jack". "Jack, ich sehe, meine Frau gef?llt ihnen" Unverholen schauten wir auf den gigantischen St?nder in seiner Hose. "Es tut mir leid Sir... ich weiss nicht...". "Das ist schon in Ordnung Jack, ich kann das nachvollziehen. Bitte macht einfach weiter". Er wusste. **************************He opened the door at the bottom of the three steps for his companion and stood aside as she entered. She was beautiful and beautifully dressed. but they had no personal relationship. Their only connection was that he had signed up to let her do anything she wanted to him. And he had agreed to do anything at all that she required of him. No limits. No safe words.The club space was dim. There was a small gathering of well dressed couples sitting at cocktail tables and a. It turned me on so much to think he could want to do that to me, to fulfil my every desire and need. I leaned over the bath, my breasts trying to escape the prison of my bra, whilst I turned the taps on and watched the water run, hot and steamy. The room quickly misted up, feeling like I was in a sauna. I wanted to feel the heat, let the water condensate off my hard nipples. I shut the door and locked it. I didn’t want anyone to see me, I wanted to be alone, free to do anything I wanted. I. I’ve just a few things today, if you need to do something.’ ‘No. I asked… I asked Mr. Ewart if I could help you and he said to drive you home afterwards… that is, if you’d like me to.’ She paused, just enough to worry him. Had he been to forward and frightened her? He felt like a fool, standing here waiting for her to give him an answer. He was aware of the others in the aisle and had tried to keep his voice low. ‘I… I would like that very much, John. There’s just a few more things. Mr. Ewart.