She had her eyes closed and leaned back on the sofa letting her husband explore her mountains of pleasure. Part of me said I should walk away and part... of me wanted to watch the two of them in this very private act.They made out and I stood there watching for five minutes or more. I could tell they were getting warmed up as my own blood pressure kept rising. I waited half hoping he would pull her sweater up and give me a good look at her chest. Instead her kept massaging her and making out as I. "Yes, mistress?" Take your pig-bitch Ham-mantha out to piss, and whatever else you needto do to make sure she isn't squealing and rutting at our guests allfucking night. She's been cooped up in that cage all morning on the rideover doing god knows what."Robert sprang up, tits jiggling and tiny little cock bouncing. He made aabsurd, skirt-free, curtsying gesture for her. "Right away, mistress."Victoria patted his head like a dog. A gesture Robert hadn't seen thelikes of since the morning before. I expect that will happen several times a week provided we are all three happy with it.”Chris came bounding up the stairs and followed David into the bedroom where Gillian had already discarded the apron.“Do you want me to undress you, Master?” she asked.“No need,” David answered, “I expect I would be quicker than you,” as he took off his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor.“Yes, but I might be more interesting,” Gillian countered as she rubbed her breasts on his shirt while her hands. Trust me, I've got tons of them!Have you ever been trapped in a lift?I have.Now think about it. A lift is a small tightly contained box with very little air. When it breaks down between floors, you can't help but panic. And when you panic - or at least when I panic - my tummy starts to go a bit funny and yup, I end up blowing off. Lots.Thank God I was stuck in this lift on my own, because I would have been really embarrassed if there were other people in there. One after the other I was letting.