"What's that?"She opened it reading. And then smiling. "It would seem we've been given a special invitation to dine tonight with Diane, Charlie, Jack ...... and someone named Charles Anderson the third."I looked at her in disbelief. Not for being invited to sit with them at their table, but that I recognized the name. Truly, this couldn't be the same person I was thinking of. The Charles Anderson I knew and had read about, was a State Senator. I started toweling off, figuring we'd find out soon. “Hush, mon loup.”“You should be careful with Debbie. If she and her girlfriend get you alone, I would fear for your safety.”“Nothing to fear, Jacques. Maybe I would bring them home to share with you?”The calculating look in Debbie’s eye made me flinch and Cam picked up on my sudden unease.“Non, Jacques, I am not yet willing to share. Maybe, one day, when the time is right, I will bring you another mate, but not soon ... we have much to discover yet, you and I.”Out of the corner of my eye I saw. She didn't always keep her pussy shaved smooth, but on nights when she was meeting Tim, sometimes she'd shave her pussy baby smooth and clean for him. Tonight was one of those nights. She stroked her fingers lightly across her pussy lips and clit, feeling the hot flashes of arousal shooting through her pussy and up to her breasts.Then, Faith heard the door open and in walked her sexy husband, Tim. She couldn't resist. Faith hopped up from where she'd been lying on the bed waiting and streaked. “You talk to Princess Barb today?”“Oh yeah!” she said enthusiastically. “She told me about your talk last night and the promises you got out of her. You know she’s gonna fail them, right?” she asked.“I knew before I asked,” I told her. “You think you can get around to driving past the house on your way home from work while I’m away? I just want to know if his car is parked there after hours.”She chuckled. “It’ll be a pleasure,” she told me. I promised to give her my home address so she could.