Time for a goodnight kiss he said, scarcely recognizing the voice as his own. With a boldness that surprised him, Christine said Yes, but a boyfriends...good night kiss. She put her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss on the lips. Caught off balance, he put one hand down to stop himself from falling on his daughter with all his weight. He felt his hand slip over the bare skin of her thigh, close to her groin, and the tingle raced through his body. While he was very aware of where. " He pulled me back so that I was laying on the seat and then he pushed his hard cock into my needy cunt.So much more happened after the limo dropped us of at his hotel and I knew that Andrew would be very pleased when I told him later just what a good girl I had been.******I devote all my time to Andrew, making him happy in many ways. I love it when he fingers me and makes me wet. Knowing I'm his slut wife who obeys him makes him hard. Andrew was out of town on business, leaving me with free. One didn't thank slaves in situations like this. One simply proceeded. He'd have to be careful. The Brits were big on this "decorum" bullshit, especially upper class, double-barrelled French ones like Marchant. The girl replied simply by bowing her head even lower and staring at Owen's feet. Girl number two stood, opened the door to Marchant's office and knelt with her hand extended indicating he could enter.Owen tried to look as relaxed as possible on entering Marchant's office. It wasn't. He worried that she’d turn on him when he didn’t want her to. And as he sat in bed this morning, staring out at his mother and her friend, he knew his concerns had not been unfounded. Maureen stood there smirking and wearing what appeared to be one of his own t-shirts. How she’d gotten it on to begin with was a mystery he’d likely never solve. But, she was certainly wearing it, though all it managed to conceal was her massive breasts. Her double roll belly hung out below the tail of it and.