Not all of them. Just a handful of times a year."Well, Matt and I have sex more than that, but these days, I often wonder if I'm getting seconds. Or, ...here are times when he is rough with me, bangs me hard, but I know he doesn't cum. And of course if he leaves the house after I wonder if he's going to her to deposit his load, as if I was the fluffer like in a porn film."Apparently Matt had left some tell tale signs, and Christine had caught on, and actually went over to the workplace on a. Gordon was kneeling, head bowed and wearing a leather hood, in the middle of the room.Cerys was dressed in tight cream jodhpurs, a high necked blouse and check tweed waistcoat; an outfit that fitted in with her surroundings. “Let me just settle Gordon and we’ll have cocktails.”“Mmm, sounds fine,” said Allison, watching as Cerys turned her attention to her slave.“Over the horse,” Cerys ordered and Gordon, who had been kneeling silently, leapt to obey. It took only a few moments for Cerys to. That is, until I met our real estate agent, Brooke Davies. Well. Olivia and I, like any modern-day real estate shoppers, had scoured the computer listings over and over looking for just the right combination of all the features we had listed. And there were a lot. But there was one house in particular that rang just the right note with us and we called the agent. She sounded nice and was immediately helpful answering some additional questions that whetted our appetite to see the property. I did. Once inside, Judy switched on the lights and immediately knelt at a big cast-iron oven lighting a fire. Dani dialed up the central heating and they heard it kick in.Melanie looked around. The entrance hall was all in pine wood. Waxed pine wood floor, lighter birch wood walls and a pine wood ceiling above naked wooden beams gave the overall impression of a ski lodge. Two huge granny sofas were grouped around a low table facing a CRT television set that must have been built when Johnny Carson was.