V. too." She let that thought hang in the air. It hung out in the air long enough to dry. "Charlotte has a husband to watch the game with. I have a hu...band too. Maybe I want him in our house. I'd watch the game with him, and make it worth his while."With that she led me into the livingroom, sat me on the sofa, and turned on the game. I was amazed Tanya knew the proper channel, because I certainly didn't.She didn't even bother sitting down beside me before she started taking off our clothes. My. The three males and Twitch were more than happy with what they were served.Huntress, Goldie and Blaze didn’t have any trouble cleaning their plates either. Darcy was just glad that they liked his cooking and they willingly helped with the clean-up. He didn’t consider himself a gourmet chef but he did like to cook and eat healthily.One of his first assignments for the Brits had been guarding a Parliamentarian’s daughter. She could cook up a storm both in and out of bed and she taught him a lot. (And to think, I'd never heard of oral!)Now it was a sunny avenue in Hampstead, and Christabel - lovely name for a lovely actress, big, buxom and wonderfully uninhibited. In her well-honed cut-glass accent, out poured every glorious obscenity in the language, a seriously arousing music. And when she reached down casually to switch holes, screaming "Worship my shit!" I was transported into a new world of tightness and tautness and tingling wickedness, as she began to make odd little whooping. I was one of the working cogs in the business, and he was the best performing salesman. That he was an egotistical, condescending, patronising bastard, was neither here nor there. He was the most successful agent we had. It was typical of him to enter my office that day without knocking, and hand me a package. ‘John. Do me a favour. I am pushed for time, an appointment that could be a big sale, and I promised my wife this necklace, the clasp has been repaired. Run it over to her, would you?’ I.