They strolled back slowly, looking at each other and kissing.I put my cock away before they reached me.When they finally got back, Pat placed herself ...in front of Peter and moved his arm, so his hand rested on her tit. Peter 's hand closed a little, taking a grip on her breast."Would you mind if Peter took me out one night?" Pat asked."Probably not," I said, as I watched watch Peter's' hand massage my wife's tit."How about Saturday, would you mind?" Pat asked, not worried about what she was. "Doyou understand me?" Si, Mama," the pair said in unison."Good. Then we should all get back to work. Dinner will not make itself."***Friday, October 6, 1871Jane picked up the dirty dish and stacked it on the others in the tray. Thestein went in next to it. Customers filled their plates at the Free Lunch, andthen carried them back to a table to eat. Most of the food was salted or spicy,just the sort of food to make a man buy himself a beer to wash it down with.Jane's job this afternoon was to. When I sat back down I put one of Karen’s prettily manicured hands onto my hard prick to let her feel my own passion. We had exchanged by e-mail and telephone enough, over the last couple weeks, to fill a life time. I was a harsh, experienced Master and woman trainer with a very sexist edge. It turns out that only such a bold, harsh Master could have broken her carapace and stupor and exposed her essential truth as slave.?So this tough, business lady act is all bullshit?? I said.?I know. You remember that she and I went to Brackenthorpe last year for my birthday?” Thirty minutes later Viv was staring at her mother like someone transfixed. Her mouth hung open. Jane was a bit anxious until her daughter exhaled, and then breathed deep with a grin growing on her face. “Oh my God Mums! That is all just so, so fucking hot and so fucking cool at the same time. I wanted to cry when you were telling me about Dad getting you each rings; it’s subtle and beautiful.” “Darling, are you.