"I shrugged again. It was not difficult to understand why somebody would love Camille. It was impossible not to: gorgeous, nice, too smart to be too s...mart.Camille is a goddess."What can I do?" You must be so sure of yourself," she said, bitterly.No, I didn't want an argument. All I wanted was to watch the big waves crashing, come back to the party and then take Camille to our bedroom and fuck her brains out."Not really. I trust her." Do you think it's wise?"The night before I married her, my. Stroking up and down, Richard teased her by letting it vibrate close to her sex, yet not touching. She continued to groan, each time her lips parted for a louder sound. Richard leant back, resting the vibrator pointed right at her warm depths. In a flash of light, she was blinded only to welcome the dark figure back.In his hand, he held a gag designed to fill her mouth. A penis gag."Please no Sir. I will be quiet," she said, knowing that he would do it anyway.Richard lifted her head, cupping it. He replied fine and went on reading the paper. About five minutes later, Robert paused from reading, and asked her what she did that day. Natasha told him that, after he left for work she’d done the laundry and went shopping. Robert looked at her intensely, “What did you do this afternoon darling?” Natasha replied, “Oh the usual love, Jane came over and we spent most of the afternoon gossiping. She sure can tell some whoppers.”Robert knew it was his clue to make a move. He stood up and went. He was invigorated in a way he had not felt for years — it was hard to put into words but in short, he felt free. He turned over to wake Anne but discovered that the bed next to him was unoccupied. This surprised him because he was normally the first to get up and it usually took a mug of tea to persuade Anne to face the day.As he was contemplating his new situation, Anne suddenly burst in through the door of the tent."There must be some mistake," she gabbled, "are you sure we are in the right.