I could not say no without seeming petty, so I reached for my wallet and reeled off the sixteen-digit number and the other usual stuff. It was a heavy... night even for these three, over £300 just her share.While I waited for the card to be authorised, I overheard my wife talking to her friend about needing the toilet before they got a cab back. Her friend agreed. The club, I assumed was getting empty, as I knew it closed up at two. The bar manager eventually told me the card had been authorised. Just to hear her say she was okay or to tell me when she would call again so I could be there to talk to her."Is it okay with her? Us going out?" Sure, she suggested it, remember?" Then why didn't you call before? It's Wednesday and I haven't heard from you," she whined.My god, I thought, a possessive woman, why didn't I see this coming?"I'm sorry, it's just that I've been helping the painter, I'm not used to manual labor. I conk out early every night." Are you going to conk out Friday night?". Then I felt his penis probing at the entrance of my pussy for the firsttime and I gasped a little as he pushed so that it was barely in aninch or so. He waited ? as if toying with me, and I knew then that Ineeded his cock inside me more than anything.I grabbed his buttocks, pressing into them with my painted fingernailsand urged him to take me. Trying to relax my ass muscles to accommodatehim.And then he pushed more and I felt so much pain. This was far worsethan the dildos I'd experimented. All knew the Queen of Summer.She was a radiant beauty, with soft gold-olive skin that shone with an inner light. And there was a lot of that skin. She only technically wore more clothes than Khor. A necklace of white gold hung around her neck and covered part of her impressive cleavage; a bejewelled chain connected her nipples; and a thin golden belt encircled her waist and hung from her wide hips. Everything else was completely bare.Between her legs knelt an initiate into her deepest and most.