It was a foregone conclusion between our parents that we would partner each other at the formal events that we were required to attend. I had explaine...d this to my boy friend (Tony) and he was cool with it.Mike asked me why I had invited him rather than Tony to have a swim. I explained Tony was away on holidays with his parents and we were not that serious. I wasn’t going to tell him the real reason.Then Mike floored me – he asked me if I had ever slept with Tony. I said no way – what did he. ‘What do you mean? Other than Holloway, there has been no one else, has there?’ Heather bit her lip. Cameron looked angry. ‘Actually there has been, Cameron. One of the servants. William.’ ‘Did he rape you?’ Cameron demanded. ‘No, I seduced him. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it’s just…’ Her words trailed off as she saw Cameron’s face tighten. ‘You slut,’ he ground out. Heather shrugged. She was how she was, and why was he angry? He’d gotten what he wanted from her. ‘I told you I never fall in. The contrast between his dark skin and the white soapy bubbles made for an alluring sight but best of all was the feeling of her hand washing the slimy soap on his soft balls and stroking his hard cock. Terry also enjoyed the moment by rubbing her heavy breasts giving special attention to her clit. The shower stall was tiny but they managed. When they had rinsed off, Terry stood with his legs far apart inviting Sandy to use her lips on his squeaky clean shaved testicles. She got the message. My wife kept slapping the end of the crop in her open palm, staring at me. I wish I knew what she was thinking. I wish she would give me some clue on what to do.But she didn't. She just stared. She looked cold, a different version of my wife—albeit a super-sexy one.I thought back to earlier, and Amy: my wife wouldn't have let Amy fuck me if she—my wife—wanted me to just screw her tonight. And I knew for a fact that she didn't like getting her pussy licked all that often, and she had never once.