“Hi,” she replied.“So, you’re back—” we both said at the same time.“Yeah,” we said, again together.I laughed a little. “It’s good ...to see you.”“I’m ... surprised to see you here.”“Why?”“Just because.”“Well, I thought you’d be here this morning. Why are you here, if you didn’t think I’d come?”“This is where I fish,” she said simply.I noticed that she wasn’t fishing, though. Her rod was leaning against the rail.“All right,” I said, shrugging. I set down my stuff and lowered my bucket down to the. Three girls were dancing together and alternating pussy munching duty only to come up for air and a wet French kiss. We made our way out to the dance floor and danced among the wanton couples. Something about the place made me nervous so we left with out ever exploring the back room where the real action took place. My husband was frustrated because he never got to see the real core of the club, we even argued about it. After a few weeks my husband thought we would never go back. One night we. "He dropped his mouth to the same breast and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. In spite of the violence and the soreness of her nipple, Laura nearly came unglued. He sucked it so hard that he didn't even need to bite it."Annngghhh! Oh!" she yelped, wincing with pain.Arthur pushed his angry face right up into hers. "That's just a hint of what you're gonna get, honey," he hissed. "Where's the bedroom?" He yanked her roughly down the small hallway to her bedroom. "Here?" He pulled her inside.. Marguerite seemed pleased to see him, rushing into his arms and crying against his chest. However, as he tried to speak with her, he could see something was different. She was not listening to his story of the visit to the King and seemed distracted.He went to his mother and asked if something had happened while he was away to Paris. But, she had assured him that nothing unusual had transpired.“And you were with Marguerite every day?” he asked.“Of course, just as you insisted,” she explained..