I kicked my jeans and shorts off and moved close, pushing her legs wide, my tongue took over what her fingers were achieving, licking slowly, plunging... inside, flicking her clit, her breathing was deep and quick but I didn’t want her to cum yet. I stopped, “time to repay your lateness, turn over and kneel” she did without question, I went a grabbed the crop from behind the door, she’d left it after going riding last time she was here, I played it slowly over her ass, striking firmly, her ass. Vince had been my lover for some months now and every encounter was a new adventure. I thought he was too good to be true when we first talked over the phone. He knew all the right things to say, was witty and oh, so charming. After a few calls we decided to meet. I felt a little trepidation, but what the hell, you only live once.It was one of those blind dates you go on with an open mind, but your legs crossed. The evening turned out great, though. I felt comfortable with him and boy, did he. The pork brisket was smelling good about the time everyone started to show up, that was about four in the afternoon, it had been smoking since ten that morning. The music was cranked up and all the ladies where either wearing bikinis or mini skirts. My wife came out to the pool wearing a denim mini skirt and a bikini top. It was the white top that turns see through when wet. I figured she had the botton on too, well that wasn't the case. She sat down in one of the lounge chairs and just before. I am not a butcher. I am more like a surgeon, removing cancers. I have absolutely no qualms about my work and, when I show you a few things, nor will you.’ He passed me a file with an instruction to read it carefully. I did so and as I did he began marking some essays and sipping his sherry. I asked, ‘Do you by any chance have a gin and tonic or a scotch?’ He smiled, took away my glass of sherry and replaced it with a large balloon of brandy. I read. I read of terrorists shot or blown up, of.