When she knocked on the door it swung open, her smile faltered a little but as she noticed the trail of petal and the edge of a table set for a romant...c dinner, the flicker of candles visible she bravely walked through the door.He looked on as she bravely walked through the door towards what she thought would be a little romantic dinner with a bit of necking before she went home. Smiling to himself he checks that his clothes were set, that he looked exactly like a black shadow. Moving quickly. This is her assistant, Devin Reynolds. How can I help you?”“This is Graham Reaper. I need to speak to Tolley as soon as possible.”“I’m sorry, but Miss Hunter is not available. Can I take a message?”I glanced at my watch. It was eleven in the morning Georgia time, which made it eight in California. “Miss Reynolds, is she anywhere near? I need to speak to Tolley as soon as humanly possible. That means I need you to interrupt her shoot or song or whatever. If she’s at home, find her. I promise. But they did not move only stood, their hard cocks almost pointing at me as I continued slowly towards Mistress Alyson.“Kneel down Bitch....make use of your tongue.” I knelt between Mistress Alyson’s open legs and tasted for the first time the woman I had craved to pleasure, serve...completing all tasks set and now trapped in her home dressed in lingerie, with two naked men standing behind me, and as my tongue touched Mistress Alyson’s wet lips, gently pushing into the cunt of my Mistress, I. I moved away a respectful distance but it appeared that I had disturbed them enough and one of them left. Another gentleman came along the path and we struck up a conversation. He said he was a bit of a voyeur and exhibitionist. He would like to watch and play with himself or get involved in some way. He too, was interested in “tri” activities and, having earlier seen that I was with my wife, asked if she would like to watch him wank me and/or have me wank him in front of her. Well, I couldn’t.