Nobody thought to ask the subject what he wanted.He looked up. He looked as normal as pie. He wasn’t even very buff. He looked like the kid who bagg...d her groceries at the commissary. If anyone knew appearances meant very little, it was Jane Addison.“Hi,” she said. “May I come in?”“Sure,” he said. His head tilted. He peered at her with a gaze much more direct than the average person.“My name is Jane Addison,” she said. Cards on the table. “I’m the deputy director for operations.”“What does that. I assume he has not been pleasuring you or any of the other servants of late.” Danielle purred as Mary's deft fingers soaped her trimmed pubes and ran down over her cunt to toy with her puckered arsehole. Although she would never admit to the thrill it gave her, both women knew that hole was by no means out of bounds.“Would Madame like the sponge?” Mary asked, already knowing the answer.Danielle merely nodded and leaned against the back of the bath. Mary opened a drawer in a washstand and took. We had lots of spare time on weekends,” she told me later.A few days before the end of her visit, I asked Mary if she would like to fuck another much younger, well hung man while I watched.“Another of my fantasies, can you make that happen for me? Or is it us?”“Us, I can make it happen, however the man I have in mind might want to have me as well as you. Would you like to watch another man suck my cock.”“Yes, I would, that covers lots of my bucket list wishes, let’s do it.”On the very last. Not that I want some guy to suck me off but I can't lose I think and I would get all the money on the table, like $750. So, I say alright I'm in. Brad says what not me no way. Mark says I'm in, come on Brad how bad could it be. He shakes his head saying pretty bad but decides to be in as well. We flip our cards over with one more deal to go. I've got the best hand so far but Brad draws into a straight flush on the last card, and Mark draws a higher full house. No fucking way I murmur. I can't.