I said he could, and then he asked if he could bring along a couple of other guys he knew from dogging. I told him that that would be OK but not too m...any as I didn’t want to scare her. I did warn him also that there was no possibility of any of them playing with her and that she could easily get cold feet and not want to do it. He gave me fairly detailed instructions on how to get to his recommended spot and said he would turn up there at about 5.45. The following day I finished my meetings at. At my most depressed I even contemplated divorce. It wasn't an option. I loved Charles. He remained a good husband, faithful, gentle and considerate, if less frequently able to make me laugh. Overall, a good husband in every respect - except one. My body was demanding more than the attentions of a battery-powered piece of plastic.Then a card arrived from Teresa. It was two days before my birthday. Charles was due to take me out for a meal. West end restaurants were no longer possible but there. Are you or are you not my tit slave?'"Susan replied, quietly and uncertainly, "I ... I ... I am." What's that?" I am." Her voice was a bit firmer."'Of course you are. And don't just take off your top; take it all off. And don't just take off your clothes; do a sexy little striptease.'"Susan briefly opened her eyes again and asked, "What, right here? In the middle of the kitchen?"Suzanne continued her Alan imitation. "'Mom, it doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. Your number one. How do you think it might feel to realise that, not only your son, but his friend was searching through your most intimate possessions”?“Sorry mom”Her body was rinsed of the soap, the nozzle of the shower, spraying against her flat stomach, her slightly tanned skin glistening in the water. She turned her back to me, her ass, a perfect peach shape, the hint of tan lines from her bikini, the stream of water running down the crack of her butt like a waterfall. How many times, while watching her.