He and I are both married but to others and our married lives are boring with only the occasional "mandatory" sexual interludes. Jerry and I get toge...her on some Fridays, when he is "away on business" from his mate and my mate is overseas. Jerry and I look forward to a little dinner, wine, fantasy, surprises--as you will see--and the rest of the evening takes care of itself: sex in its many varieties and joys. Some say coming is good for you and we were good for each other. At first, Jerry. Andromeda herself could have looked no more helpless,shackled to that rock-face, awaiting the Kraken’sunwelcome attentions.Now Katie’s breasts are not what the drooling pervertmight call voluminous but rather, sedate, well-roundedattributes that any girl would be proud to possess.Presented thus however, forcibly more pronounced byvirtue of her restraints and having in mind also theirun-encased reality, courtesy of the sheer material withwhich female night-attire is manufactured, the. It was her refuge from the world, a chance to step away from the worries and pressures of the job.Undoing the simple blue pajama top she wore, one of her husbands that she had saved, Sandra stood topless in front of the large wall mounted mirror. The woman looking back at her in the reflection looked pretty good for her age, she thought. She'd put on a few pounds over the last few years, but nothing too drastic. In fact, she could name a half dozen of her friends who would kill to be in as good. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than half a minute, Mr. Smith released her and turned to Birch. “Nice smooth cunt.”He still hadn’t spoken directly to Emi. He casually wiped his fingers clean on her thigh, and she felt less than human, a mere object. Mr. Smith clicked his fingers once in Kayleigh’s direction, and the girl stood. Emi felt a hand on her arm. It was Birch, she knew his touch without needing to look. He stood close behind her, and she pressed.