It was difficult to eat like this but at least she could use a knife and fork. When the food was eaten he instructed her to go and wash up and she was...not to use the dishwasher. Again she put on her dressing gown and went downstairs. This time the kitchen was full with 4 of her housemates. This really scared her if her dressing gown was to slip down slightly they would all see her collar. Then she started to worry about her clamps, what if one fell off. Her housemates would recognise a nipple. I had followed her around as she tried on various outfits in various department stores for hours and I had gradually become more and more impatient with the situation. The only reason I had come along was to buy a book that had just come out that I had been looking forward to, and we had yet to make our way to the bookstore. As we were eating lunch my irritability with her increased and we ended up arguing over something stupid -- I don't even remember what it was now. The argument ended. I walked in the house and you were sitting on the couch in your magnificent teddy watching TV like nothing was going on so I played long. I walked over to you and sat down next to you. I slipped my arm around you and pulled you in close. I snaked my tongue into your mouth and kissed you long and hard. You responded by doing the same. I moved my hand to your pussy and started gently rubbing your outer lips with my fingers. You moaned and I took that to mean keep going so I inserted one finger. One hot evening we decided to go around the corner for a few drinks and sat at the bar watching the Red Sox mid-way through a game. My wife wore a pretty little sundress and no panties, I just had on shorts and a t-shirt. We both ordered a beer and a few minutes later a rather tall, well built black man sat a few stools away and ordered his drink. As the game wound down and a few at the bar left, we struck up a conversation with this hot black stud and then he scooted over two stools to sit.