Sara carried on dancing to the music sinking low and spreading her legs wide, our eyes drawn the her pussy barely covered by the thin strip of materia...l between her legs. Standing up Sara leaned forward placing her hands on Beth’s shoulders and slowly rubbed her nipples across the lips of a panting Beth. The music ended and unfortunately so did the dance. I knew we needed to get home now, that neither of us could wait any longer so I passed Beth a £20 note to pay for her dance. Sara smiled. That made her smile. It was kind of frightening. She was still smiling as she dragged her trunk up to the house and sent Miranda back with a wheelbarrow for the other goods.After a cold supper, she sat at the dining room table with the cook, who was called Lucy, and the young black girl who was about her age. "I have three people coming over this week," she said. "A cook and her daughter and a very old man. I do not need two cooks. Nor two maids or kitchen helpers. What shall we do?" I'd like. "Guys hate salad."She came towards me with her arms wide open. My mind told me that it was family bonding, like a child reaching for her father or her uncle. But the way her boobs shifted under the blouse exposing even more cleavage, seemed predatory."Hugs," she giggled. I wondered if every woman in their family had that enthralling laugh. As I reached for her I tried to make it a push away hug. The type where you try to make sure that your body doesn't come in contact with any dangerous body. ‘dochter des huizes’?” Mark legde zijn hand nonchalant op Eva’s onderrug en duwde haar lichtjes naar Merel toe. Eva gaf Merel een hand en stelde zichzelf voor. Ondertussen liet Mark zijn hand naar beneden gaan en liet hem rusten op haar billen. Eva voelde zich opeens vreemd en licht… het voelde wel.. ja, prettig! Wist Mark wel wat hij deed? En dat nog wel zo, voor de ogen van zijn vrouw? Zo achteloos (en ja… dwingend bijna!) was ze nog nooit aangeraakt… ze vroeg zich af of Mark kon voelen dat.