’ He led the way and into a lovely room where other people were have pre dinner drinks and I was introduced to his mother Lady Carson. His brother,... now Sir Phillip Carson since the death of their father, his wife who was now also Lady Carson, but called Lady Clare to tell the difference. Then his sister Sara and her husband, Trevor Brightwell. Kit got me a drink and I made small talk with the family and they were a little impressed that I had a doctorate. I sat next to Kit at the dining table. He just did not know how to respond to what shehad told him. She wanted him to be comfortable wearing a bra and pantiesin public. To what end? Where was she taking all of this? What was herendgame? It all just did not make sense to him. If she outed him, thenshe would lose all control over him. The risk of blackmail would nolonger hold sway. Again, even though his mind was spinning in severaldirections at this moment; he again felt a strange stirring at some ofher words 'slave', and 'proper. I could hear Beth voicing her excitement through the open door between our adjoining rooms, sounding very much like she was close to achieving a very memorable orgasm, courtesy of her two lovers. Our room was a good deal quieter, just the lovely liquid sounds of sex as our new friend, Claire, knelt between Stewart’s thighs and sucked his dick while my hard-on was balls-deep in her ass. The first hint of my climax was building slowly but deliciously as I held Claire’s slim hips and admired the. She smiled up at me and I had images of those white teeth, and full lips pleasing me in many a wicked way. “You have to admit, this old man wore your ass out!” I laughed. “I admit no such thing! You did not even touch my ass…. Yet.” She replied with a smile and then she extended a lovely strong arm up to me and I helped her up to her feet. We walked over to where the bags were sitting in a pile and I picked them both up and we walked toward the lot. “I will admit one thing; that is a hell of.