‘I will think about it,’ she agreed. I didn’t know what to think. It sounded like she was the company whore. Jesus Christ! That’s exactly what...it sounded like. That didn’t sound as if she was going to give him the answer he wanted. Giovanni, seemingly accustomed to getting his way both professionally and privately, moved a little closer. Obviously, business in Italy was a little more unbusinesslike than in America. ‘Is there anything I can do to perhaps persuade you? You have but to name it.’. It was an unusual September we travelled to Oxford by train as it was in the 70s sunny and Hot but a bit breezy. We stopped at the B&B so Sarah could change into a new sundress that was so low cut I could see her bra less nipples whenever she leaned over. I put on a light tee shirt,and shorts. We bought some food at a local shop and carrying an old blanket to sit on we walked along the tow path passing dog walkers and anglers on the way as we searched for a picnic area to eat our picnic lunch.. She was in kitchen and I was looking at her balcony and there were all her undergarments kept for drying of different colors. She came with a coffee and our conservation started and she came and sat next to me.She was sitting so close to me that i could see her cleavage in that deep neck t-shirt and shape of her boobs in that bra. I complemented her for her figure and she was feeling good for that. My tool my hard by now and she noticed that in my boxer shorts. I was somehow trying to control. Or I’ve died and gone to heaven :-*Then the morning after...No2Our 2nd ANAL just the morning after was even better than I could have possibly dreamed !We agreed to dress up for breakfast, me in my suit and wifey in her oh so sexy stockings and heels with her slinky navy dress from the night before. We looked like the bridal couple in the hotel restaurant but she so loves me smart and trendy and I could see so clearly what was on her mind as she was eyeing me up all morning.Back to the room she.