That meant I couldn't just change into casual clothes whenever I walked out of the room. I had to concentrate on my work while dressed up like that. I... was distracting, to say the least. Sometimes I wonder if he realises just how much effort I put into our relationship.Every step drew me closer to him. My live-in slave, Chris, that is. Closer to the stench of his precum and sweat. I came to a halt once I was in front of him, careful not to block his view of the TV.He tried to say something. I. Just slip in with Hawk and me."Trish smiled gratefully."Tonight," I continued, "I think you should make moves of your own after dinner. I'd like to see you take the lead - be the aggressor."She nodded without the embarrassment I was expecting. "I can do that. I have to admit that now I've had a taste of sex, I want more. Will Hawk be with us?" I think so," I said. "It depends on what's going on in the investigation and how she's feeling. You've never seen her 'on the job' before today. She is. We stood enjoying the moment then Pam suggested we “go lie down as I have a favour to ask”. Fortunately it was summer so we weren’t cold as we lay back on our towels, wet and horny.Pam, with my cock in hand and I returning the favour with a finger just diddling her clit, asked about my interest in playing with her arsehole earlier in the day and last night. “why” I asked innocently. “It was very arousing and George has never touched me there let alone fuck me there. I’m not an anal virgin. Touch away."The girl moved close, still kneeling on the bed, and ran her fingertips over Cathy's body in the lightest, most tender way imaginable. She dwelt particularly on her breasts as she cupped them, stroked them, and felt her nipples.The sensation caused Cathy to wriggle even closer against Ken. She murmured, "You're hired, Kris. You can just keep doing what you're doing forever and ever. It feels absolutely delicious!"The girl was much more tentative with Ken. All she could bring herself.