I’m often told I have a distinguished look and a number of times I’ve met people who think they know me or I’m familiar to them. During the firs... five years, we spent a lot of time getting to know each other. Finding out what we thought about love, trust, mixing with friends and acquaintances and of course the subject that causes the most disputes – sex ! Well, over that time we discovered that we both liked to wank ourselves and our partners, we both had a little streak of exhibitionism as. He made demands that I not poach his bitch. I highlighted the fact that Anna was not my bitch because we had normal sex where we both had a say in what happened. Another point I made was that I would be more tolerant if I had some involvement in what he did with my wife. Neither of those things made any difference to Jeremy, claiming they were both his bitches and he could do what he wanted with them.The encounter was over in less than thirty seconds and they all left again, my wife included. I. We’ve got to find it.’ Without realizing it, I had stepped back across the Rubicon. Satin Studios, and all it stood for, had become the enemy. Choosing my words carefully, I added, ‘We have to play this carefully. Let’s consider what they don’t know.’ I held up my hand and began ticking off my fingers. ‘First, they don’t know that Louise is back. Second, they know you’re tricking, Bette, and I told them that Sandy was interested in `the life’, but I didn’t say anything about you girls using the. ‘Didn’t think so,’ Uncle Mitch whispered. He palmed my little butterfly ass in his hand and roughly kneaded it as if it was a ball of bread dough, which caused a delicious tugging on my pussy lips. After a second or two my pussy politely and treasonously trickled a drop of ‘come-fuck-me’ juice down the inside of my leg. I tried not to, but a revealing shudder rippled through my body and I gasped. Uncle Mitch let go of my ass and climbed a few steps, spreading his feet so his legs straddled mine.