"Um, yeah." Was about all I could muster."Would you like some wine?" She then asked.I replied in the affirmative. She looked so good standing in front... of me. I guessed that she was about thirty-five, about ten years older than me. She then told me that she was married and her husband was away on business for a couple of weeks. She then explained that she was faithful to her husband, but I could come in and watch. I thought this an offer I couldn't refuse.We then went into the room with the big. "Do you need to relive yourself slut?" I asked."Yes please my master" she responded. I then walked her outside and waited as she pissed on the lawn and then squatted to take a shit. I watched as a brown lump fell from her ass. As usual she turned round to smell it like a dog and kept her face buried in her own shit whilst presenting me her dirty ass to clean. I walked over with a cup of water and poured it over her ass and then rubbed my fingers around to clean up the shit. She groaned a little. "Haven't had a good steak in a long time," I was not all that partial to Turkey, and what did I have to be thankful for anyway. She gave me a strange look but turned it into a winsome smile."Good," she said.Thanksgiving was this coming Thursday; I made the reservations.Some may ask, why, with my marriage cratering did I even want to be anywhere near the whore. I don't know if I can really give a coherent reason for that, but I guess that two words fit the bill as well as any: Love and. The blouse quickly fluttered to the floor and she unzipped the back of the bustier. Before she could go any farther, though, Cathie reached out and pulled Amber close. She dropped her head and her tongue searched out her hard nipples. Cathie bit gently and rolled them around between her teeth, which caused Amber to gasp again and entwine her fingers in Cathie’s hair, caressing her head, and guiding it to first one nipple, then the other. Amber fitted the bustier around herself (it was an.