I could hardly wait for Wednesday. It went the same as the day before, only this time Diana exited the shower to dry herself in the bathroom. She ch...tted breezily about something as she dried her chest, her legs, her back. I could observe her lovely breasts and nipples and curves without the obstruction of the clouded glass. She had pubic hair, unlike so many girls today who shave there. It was like we were roommates. Just one of us happened to be naked.Day four was a repeat of day three,. “Told you, you had nowt to fear,” Ronald chuckled as a rumbling on the stairs told of the arrival of Sam’s younger brother, Gregory.“Just nerves I guess, Dad,” Sam nodded.“Known Mr. Grainger for years, used to be the chief clerk in the payroll office of the works until he got promoted to a senior position at head office. Bit strict, but always willing to help sort out a problem with the wages.”“He was a bit ... distant. But, the rest were nice, even got me playing the piano,” Sam grinned.“Sam’s. “This was just cuckolding and SPH carried to a radical new extreme. It was his way to ensure that I was pleasured as the Goddess that I am and that his own personal ego didn’t get in the way. I applaud and adore him even more for that,” Samantha encouraged this increasing trend toward relegating male-on-female penetration to Dietrich Guttmacher’s past.“It’s been a long time coming, as they say. I just ... don’t want to mess with it anymore, not that I have any say about it. It’s time to put. She herself used sex toys and sometimes she borrowed them. Her maid had many of these. She told me that she enjoyed this a lot loved to do but she never would let the maid to lay a hand on her. The maid only would poke those toys within her cunt. I was intrigued listining the story, got more turned on and asked her why she had never called me to assist. Her response came: "How come, you dumb sucker!!" She said she didn't like to mess with guys who were already busy fucking their girl.