“Oh dear. Start again…”Of course we have some beautiful bits and pieces. ‘Objet’. Decanters- vintage, of course; glasses. Table linen. Stayi...g with the Scandi-chic feel: all designed to give your dining room that effortless charm...‘Three’.‘Good girl...’Through distraction, it has taken you 12 attempts to count out three consecutive spanks. Consequently, you can feel the pulse of your blood, throbbing, negotiating its way through the damaged capillaries in your arse.But I’m sensing you’re. With some hesitation he said,” yes, if possible.”“Every husband secretly wants to see his wife enjoyed and appreciated by another man,” I said“Let us make it possible. How do you imagine my wife’s pussy would be” ? I asked him to get him hot.“Your wife is really good, good boobs etc” he said.“I mean my wife’s pussy, “I reminded him.“Oh it will be heaven to me. Long slit, thick folds, silky and fleshy with hair covering it”, he said, visibly excited, imagining my wife’s cunt.“It is true,” I. I let her know that how much I like her and how the long waiting time went away while looking at her and also proposed to date her if she doesn’t have bf…to which she replied with smiley’s as if she is used of such comments and flattery and didn’t say anything.Next day, when I (confused) went her home office, I didn’t find anyone except Suhana and her maid who was about to get busy for washing clothes asked me to sit on the sofa. She was using one of the rooms for office work and I was sitting. Sam went for lunch, nearly a thousand dollars lighter. He got food and a drink at the counter and then sat in Salsa’s Mexican Grill for over an hour, reading the manual for his new toy, entering the (few) telephone numbers he knew: his parents’, Henry and Sarah, Gordy. He had Susan’s card and the piece of paper with Karen’s and Gudrun’s numbers. Tessa? He might have the Aboriginal Council’s somewhere. Not the roster some people had. It was still too early to visit the girls. He’d take his stuff.