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After the main course came some dessert, a trifle that Naomi had prepared in glasses in the fridge earlier. Jean put on some classical instrumental music in the background. Then Jim left again without thanking and Naomi and I sat at the table chatting some more over some coffee, listening intently to Jean’s reminisces of Naomi’s cello recitals and orchestra. Naomi got up to go to the bathroom leaving Jean and I fetish alone. Jean leaned in towards me conspiratorially “She really likes you, you know?”. I nodded. “Don’t hurt her,” Jean added “and don’t go too fast”. It wasn’t a threat, more a plea. Jean straightened up. I was unsure how to continue things, with the sudden change in tone; how would Jean react if she knew just how breakneck fast we were already going? I was saved by Naomi returning. And so Jean finished her last story of the throat conductor who dropped his baton and then Naomi guided me into the living room. Jean started to tidy up in the kitchen. I was going to go help her, suddenly guilty that I hadn’t thought to offer before, but Naomi restrained me mouth and pulled me down onto the sofa with her. Then she rearranged us so she was sitting on my lap, her arms around me, our faces on the same level. “Mum likes you” Naomi whispered excitedly into my ear. “She approves!” “Is that important? Does she know I’m from the wrong side of the tracks?” I asked back. “Its really important. She’s my best friend” Naomi looked dead serious. It just felt the right time to talk about family. I was sure that Jean wasn’t listening; in fact, she seemed to be trying to give us privacy to talk despite being just the other side of the breakfast bar island. And then Jean, finished, announced loudly that she had some work to do and went up the corridor towards a bedroom that was used as a home office. long We took the chance to snog - that means to passionately kiss - quite a bit, but between the petting we talked about family. I described my home life, an only child with a mum and dad who both worked too much for too little in crap jobs, giving me a lot of independence but tongue a feeling of a missing home life and comfort. Her ass seemed to quiver as she moaned loudly, fading in to a restrained scream. Football player type. “The defense can’t make their case without you. “Comfortable?” Tina asked from my side and I nodded. She said my Dad wanted a boy but got throat me. I said you are much better, I like this Charlie! After-hours became very different, whether together or one-on-one. Is when it all started to change Sean hated him to the very core of his being. Now Brock Terdini has doubled his force in a day, Drake Titus has turned Alkandran loyalist, Elena is hermaphroditic traitor, and Yavara and fetish Prestira have escaped Ardeni Dreus right from under my nose.” I chewed on my lip, “But how? As soon as the taxi pulled up to the beautifully landscaped entrance an attractive young woman dressed in a flowered yukata emerged from the sliding door to greet them. Her face was tongue red and flushed, eyes flattering open, long glassy with lust. "Really? Linda, Kenny's sister said she had to mouth do both of us jokingly. Even when she was a child, the “daddy’s little girl” act fell on deaf ears and tantrums always earned her a smack. "Thanks, Sam," responded James with fake sincerity, "I really appreciate it." “skirt” …. My entire body shook, and I felt like I just got out of the shower. “Yes, we are. She wondered what it would have been like to have a mother who took care of her, loved her, and made her comfortable enough to share a bed. I had not heard the ‘drove around all night’ part the first time she told me the story. Just before Anita left, she blindfolded both slaves and put headsets over their ears. Just fuck her, torture her, untie her and keep her forever.