I liked that, just like I liked how she'd had "Property of Kiki" inscribed in my wedding ring.So I was hers. I wasn't expecting us to do anything kink..., we'd done plenty of that yesterday, but whatever we did, I'd (try) to be thinking of just doing it for Kiki's benefit, and Kiki was absolved of any responsibility to care about me and my desires. I like being Kiki’s.She lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and drew them up, then told me, "Quickly, then make the pancakes." First order of. I was behind her until she reached her home. That night, I called her and was talking to her.During the call I said, the way you played with fingers, my dick was erect. Listening to this, she laughed. With this, I thought she is okay with my sex talk. Slowly, I asked her when can I play with you? For this, she answered that, whenever I wish.Man, I was so happy to hear this and was on cloud 9. I asked her when will you wish? She told that her husband might be going to some other place for some. But she that it was essential for her to attend.And so that Saturday, we drove out there in my old MG, to an Elizabethan hall full of paintings and armour. A servant in tails met us at the door. He wanted to take my jacket but I would not give it up.All the civic worthies were in attendance: people from the council, the Rotary Club, Freemasons — and some thespian-type who was putting on a play at our local in-the-round theatre.Dressed in a short, party dress, I thought Angie would be out of. Holding a slice of raisin bread toast on one hand and her fork in the other she raised the fork to her mouth and as she did so some of the syrup dripped off the piece of French toast. Naturally she aimed it so the drip landed squarely on her right nipple. She looked at me with a combination of a worried expression and a mischievous grin. Taking the hint I leaned over and licked the drip off her nipple throwing in a couple of extra licks for good measure. She moaned as I did so.I might have.
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