After covering him with a robe, she led him from the bathroom to the dining room. She wore a white lace robe.A huge feast of finger foods was laid out...upon the table. Sally led him to a chair and waited for him to sit. She sat in the chair next to his and began to feed him. Using her fingers she placed individual bites of food into his waiting mouth. When it came time for the slices of fruit for desert, she used her mouth to pass the food to his mouth.Sid had realized in the bathroom that Sally. I have it still.”George Smiley’s concluding words in “A Legacy of Spies” by John Le CarreIt started off as a relatively quiet day in Berlin.Then, it finally seeped into my brain that the veil over the Polish operation and the collusion between Hitler and Stalin was self-evident. The first inklings of the scope of the invasion were fed in like tasty oats to a hungry horse locked in a barn. Eventually, it was the “word of mouth” that carried the day for the transmission of current affairs.The. As I was wondering about taking a warm shower or masturbate myself, my beloved hubby called me from his hotel out of town.Victor asked if everything was fine and I said yes of course; the only problem was I should touch myself, since he was far away, enjoying another boring business trip…Hubby laughed on the phone, begging me to think about him as I touched myself. Before hanging up, I told him that I needed to hit the shower and teased him saying I would pay especially close attention to my. I never played a pool before, so I lost very quickly. I was dressed in a short skirt, T-shirt, no bra and panties. Shoes didn’t count. The dilema was: T-shirt or skirt? I gave up the skirt first. we walked to the bar, I handed it over to bartender and had another drink. In two minutes another man came over and asked for a game. It didn’t take long and my T-shirt came off. I was dressed in tennis shoes and panties only and tried to hide by the bar. No use, there were another three women and me.