I do want to protect you; may I ask you some questions about this guy?” I say in a serious manner. Sharon takes a drink of her water and a deep breath before she answers me, “Well, I’ve been chatting with one of the FBI agents that were assigned to cover the house the past few days. His name is Don. He seems nice. So far we have only talked. We haven’t gone out yet, we haven’t kissed, heck we haven’t done anything except chat through text and email,” she tells me. Clearly, she is smitten with this guy and being that he’s been guarding the Chateau he must have a good reputation with Special Agent Fernandez “Should I assume that Don will be at the party tomorrow?” I ask. “Yes, well I indian hope so anyway,” She says with a smile. “Darling, I hope that he turns out to be a gentleman and will make you happy,” I say to her. She leans into and kisses me before whispering in amateur my ear, “I think that he may be a candidate to join the playgroup. He told me that a couple of girlfriends ago he played around in the swinger lifestyle. He felt the need to tell me so that I wouldn’t be surprised nor mad when I found out,” Sharon says smiling. “Really? I guess he’s good at keeping secrets then, working for the FBI and having an agent that Blowjobs used to live the swing lifestyle, nice!” I say to Sharon. We both eat our dinner and continue the conversation. Just listening to her and imagining her being naked later tonight is making my cock hard again. As we finish our main course, the server returns asking if we want dessert or the bill. Sharon says that I will be her dessert tonight causing the server to smile and leave the bill in one of those little booklets. I pull out my credit card and put it in the top half of the book and set it out for the server to take. She comes by, takes the book and returns in just a couple of minutes with everything totaled out and waiting for the tip, the total, and my signature. As I sign the receipt, I notice that my copy of the receipt has some writing on the back of it. I turn it over and it says Missy Jones and lists her phone number. Lingering a little longer, I slowly pressed my ass into his crotch. Kate was the oldest of the three, comfortably middle aged to the other two’s young mid-twenties, and her strong cheekbones and thin lips gave off an almost imperial impression. Brick nodded understandingly. I almost asked her whether she meant me or Shelly, but she walked into the locker room before I could say anything. But by the time indian that Freddy’s dick started doing that, my pussy was already wet. She whined when Blowjobs stubby fingers rubbed at her soft, virgin peach. I glanced at her, trembling. “Huh?” That sound became an addiction. “Sarah looked me straight in the eyes and said ‘Today, Bitch, you’re taking it up that little arse of yours.’” Sarah never used names: to her, everyone amateur was either Bitch (inferior), Slut (equal) or Sir (Nathan). “Ah Mist ...