I yelled, "No, God, those are my breasts, not yours," and began to cry.I watched as he sucked one breast then the other, going back and forth. Carol w...s loving it, all the time looking at me and smiling. As George stood up, my beautiful little wife, with her breasts out, crawled to the end of the bed and pulled down this stranger's briefs. His long hard cock popped out. I yelled, "No, Carol, please don't do it. If you stop, we still have time to mend our marriage. Please don't do this."She. His breastforms where the best in existence, or that's what his wife said. Frederick put the bowl of special chocolate bars on the dresser, so that his wife and he could snack when they wanted."Thank you!" Ann yelled back. She walked into the room, and saw the mini-bars of chocolate, and took one, not taking the time see read the warning on the label, or the label at all. It looked just like a Snickers bar. She ate it quickly, and grabbed the torn stockings. She left in a hurry, just as her. I grew to enjoy long soaks in that bathtub, and occasion, Mistress knocked on the door and asked to use the toilet while I enjoyed the hot water because we only had one bathroom, and she didn’t think she’d be able to wait until I got out, and naturally didn’t want to wet her panties, or worse. Could I refuse permission for Mistress? Sometimes Mistress would shed her clothes afterwards and join me in the Jacuzzi, and that was fun, even if fitting us both into the tub was something of a tight. The food was great and my dinner partner was as gorgeous as usual.We enjoyed our meal and the wine. When we finished, I topped off our wine and we took the glasses to a couch in the living room. We sat down together.We talked, sitting closely and comfortably while we sipped our wine. She said, “I hope my mother doesn’t bother you.”“Not really. I admit that I’m not used to a parent of the girl I’m dating being involved in dating also. At least, it’s not with me.” I chuckled.“Don’t laugh. She.