It was common not to carry the name of your husband nowadays but he knew by the ‘Ms’ that this was not the case. ‘Ms. Clareon’ he addressed me...rolling my last name from his tongue and pronouncing it in its perfect French tone as I had moments ago. ‘You are such a beautiful woman. Are you from here? Ive never seen you before.” ‘Thank you for the compliment and yes I am from here.’ ‘I hope you enjoy service enough to worship with us again.’ ‘Thank You.’ What had just happened? Was he flirting. ."No thanks, I think it looks better on you."Impatiently, Gwen asked, "Is that a yes or a no?" Both." I told her causing a look of confusion to appear on her face. I explained, "Yes, I'll go swimming with you; and, no, I'm not going to put on your swim suit." And then, without further ado, she headed for the door with me trailing not far behind.Seconds later we were both at poolside. I took off my shirt and began removing my shorts. But, before I had a chance to get them completely off, she. . and i nearly said if i was packing a monster cock like that, but i managed to stop myself, he looked puzzled as i stopped mid sentence and at the way i started blushing, which really was a dead giveaway, he laughed and replied " you were going to say such a big cock werent you", yes your right it is big but its no good if you've got no one to share it with.There was an awkward silence i drained my cup and I stammered l-l-look id better get on with the sink and moved towards my tool bag picked. Her labia were bright pink and still tender from last night’s usage, and the opening of her vagina itself was noticeably larger than it had been the previous day. She blushed to see him looking at her, and bent her head still lower as she turned, arms full of clothing, and hoisted Master’s suit and tie onto the ironing board. When she was free, she had owned only two articles of clothing that required ironing: A black cocktail dress and a navy-blue skirtsuit with blouse. Although this meant.