The third floor also had separate backstage area for the freelancers, whose arrival and departure was timed precisely to avoid meeting the clients. Wh...n we arrived the third floor was empty apart from a handsome barman. ‘Bonjour mesdames,’ he offered as we walked in. ‘Bon apres midi, Charles,’ K replied and introduced me. ‘A pleasure to meet you Madame,’ said Charles. Our eyes locked for a moment too long and I wondered if all he did for K was serve drinks to her clients. K led me to the. "Please," she wavered. "I beg you. They are the only pair I have. Don't tear them."He let go of his cock and instead, he pinched her black, calloused nipples, but instead of pushing him away, she let him. She didn't move or protest, and so his hands travelled across her midriff, bisecting her navel, circling it, before moving lower to the triangular red wisp protecting her pussy, and she let him do it.She said nothing and she did nothing to stop him. She just let him touch her."I'm going to. "Well what about addressing me as Mrs. That HAD to be a mistake I am aman!" This was maybe the biggest challenge he had ever made to Coleensince he had met her."No...it was not a mistake, in a female led marriage the woman is the headof the house and her mate serves the position of wife. Taking care of herand the home like you know in House Wife?" What? You mean I am going to be a housewife?" Well ya dummy what did you think...I was going to let you work outside thehome? In our marriage you. I've got to go, too.”“No problem. We'll finish tomorrow.”I ran up the stairs and found Jane in her room. “I've gotta go. You coming over tonight?”“Let me get my stuff.”I didn't wait. I almost ran for the door. My pussy was itching to be touched. I don't remember much from running home, tearing my sundress over my head, until I was laying on my bed with my fingers running through the short hairs covering my mound. One hand cupped my left tit. Three fingers slipped over and through my virgin.