The following week was delicious expectation; wondering every day what 'roles' he might choose for us both, what scrummy super-sexy outfit I'd be enca...ed in, what sort of character I might have to inhabit. I could barely focus daydreaming my days away; even pilates was more of a damp squib than a drippy quim. Would the weekend never cum? Would I ever stop cumming cum the weekend? Saturday morning and there was a lovely package sitting waiting for me on the breakfast bar. My fingers trembled. Many of them are wives or daughters of invited artists. Some are nieces or mistresses of artists. Some are artists themselves. They all know why they were invited. Fritz likes young women. He dances slow and close with each of them. He looks down their dresses at their cleavages. He drops his hands down from their waists to caress their buttocks. He breathes deeply of their personal aromas. He steals his hand up their dresses to caress their pussy mounds.He has found a mate. A buxom blonde in. Anyway, on this particular day, the k**s were at school and Jackie was helping out at her friend's riding school. I'd gone to London by train for a meeting with clients which took less time than expected meaning I could catch an earlier train back. It was a Thursday so I knew that the two youngest would be staying on at school for dance club and Emily would ride her bike home. Jackie would probably get home around five.Thankfully, being just after three in the afternoon, there was no queue at. Ms Reilly was in deep dissuasion with the three Grandfathers seated at the head table. Ginny sat on the other side of them and so their backs were to her. Chief Mercer was standing now behind the Grandfathers and leaned over to make some point and there was a general nodding of heads. It looked good to me; we had discussed what might happen when we arrived here, all those long weeks on the trail. There were serious discussions about how we were to conduct ourselves if the Barneyites just.