Dora felt a certain amount of trepidation as they spotted Michael sitting on the swing reading a book. They called out to him, and he got to his feet ...and waved them on up."Hi, Carrie. Hi, Dora. Want a coke?" His usual greeting.Both girls said "sure" in practically the same breath, and they climbed the front porch steps and walked through Michael's open front door. As usual the girls went into the living room while Michael ducked into the kitchen to get the cokes. When he brought them Carrie. With a sense of solace, he recognised Meg’s scrawl immediately. Refreshingly, her note was brief and entirely to the point.I don’t really know any theatre folk, so I haven’t heard of this Fifi. But Betty was an opera dancer, she wrote, and it’s a small world, so I’ll ask her.As though aware that this was a trifle vague she added below in even larger letters, Don’t worry, followed by several exclamation marks, which cheered Tobias a little and made him smile.He sat at his desk for the ten. I fell asleep around five, out of sheer exhaustion, tears still streaming down my cheeks, and soaking the pillow. I heard the alarm shortly afterward and reluctantly got up to try to start the day.I went and woke the children while she showered again. I guessed that she needed to wash the stink of betrayal off her body, but it was too late for that; I already knew. I had to try to pull myself together, if for no other reason than to protect the children. I tried very hard to act normally, but. “My slut is soaking wet isn’t she?”Gasping, “yes Sir, your slut is very turned on Sir!”I push 2 fingers into her dripping pussy and began finger fucking My tightly bound slut.Audible moans are heard as I move behind her and press My saliva moistened cock against her parted pussy lips. I press into her and allow her to adjust to my cock. She starts to rock back against me and I grasp her ass cheeks and spread them and start to give her more of her Master’s cock.“Thank You Sir!”The wet sounds of.