I mentioned in an earlier blog, that Savita, the love of my life, talked about us being married. I was surprised at first at the choice of words but not upset. In fact, I feel married to Savita in most ways. Legally, I am still married to John but recently I discussed with my sister and him and we have agreed to get a divorce – I think the two of them will get married in about a year.
Although Savita and I had a form of wedding at Savita’s place that was really Savita’s coming out ceremony with her family. We have been talking having a commitment ceremony and we have been busy arranging one for a Sunday in June. I won’t go much into the practical arrangements but we have found a highly sympathetic celebrant who does marriages but also supports oaths of commitments within the Gay and Lesbian Community – in fact Sue and Lisa had a ceremony with her.
I am disappointed because we had aimed to have the ceremony in a park but with 90% probability of 20-40mm of rain, I am very grateful to John for booking an alternative venue – he insisted on paying for it. We will have a dinner afterwards that my mother insisted upon paying for. My sister is arranging flowers and such. I feel really spoilt!
We have invited our friends: Sue and Lisa, Chantelle and Sylvie, Annette and Joanna, Yuki, transsexual Annie, Wei, Meera, Anka and the Hunk. I expected Yuki to decline but she said she wanted to come but the Hunk and Wei said they couldn’t make it. All the others were most insistent on coming including Annie who seemed delighted to be invited.
We also invited our family. As soon as I asked, Mum said she just so much wanted to be there. My sister and John said they wouldn’t miss it for the world. We sent an invitation to my brother and sister-in-law. My sister-in-law rang up and said that since she was pregnant that she couldn’t fly – we all knew that this was just an excuse but at least she replied – I got the feeling that my brother was sulking in the background.
Savita’s brother is overseas at the moment and apologised that he could not make it. Savita asked her parents but they told her they didn’t feel they would be welcome. Savita was upset by this and asked me if I minded speaking to them. I was dubious that this would help but I went with Savita one evening to invite them.
They insisted we have dinner with them and so we sat around the table to dinner and I remembered the almost surreal ceremony we had there. Despite the words they said then, I felt I was intruding on them – I have always felt that they were very disapproving of me and that I should stay out of their way.
Savita’s mother said in what sounded a very sarcastic tone “We are honoured that our daughter’s partner will sit at our table and eat with us.”
“I don’t see this as an honour to you. I feel that probably make you feel uncomfortable and I apologise and promise not to trouble you too often.” I said bluntly.
“Uncomfortable? Trouble?” Savita’s mother seemed genuinely annoyed. “I know it is a trouble for you to visit your partner’s parents. I know you are uncomfortable sitting with old Indian people. I am uncomfortable that we are not worthy of your presence.”
“I have never thought that! I honestly feel that you will be repelled by me - I wanted you to see your daughter often but did not want to force my lifestyle upon you.”
“Didn’t Savita tell you that you were welcome to come?”
“Yes, but it sounded like politeness – a formality.”
“Do you think that we are so prejudiced we would exclude our daughter’s happiness from our lives?”
“Many traditions find it hard to accept my style of life.”
“You mean gay life? We have lived 30 years in Australia – we left India because of prejudice when we married across caste – we are not narrow-minded – I wanted traditional marriage but I accepted a long time ago that it wasn’t going to happen. We are not disowning our daughter. Doesn’t your mother accept you?”
“Yes, she does but my brother is traditional minded and doesn’t.”
“From what I hear, he doesn’t accept Indians not your lifestyle.”
“I am ashamed that there may be truth in what you say – he is ignorant and prejudiced.”
Savita’s mother was sharp and I felt quite under pressure but then she relented and spoke in a warmer tone.
“So, you are saying that you are avoiding us because you think we hate you?”
“I don’t know about hate – I thought I would repel you.”
“I am not repelled by a beautiful young girl who makes my daughter so happy. I am old but not bad – I love my daughter and want her happy. I have had a lot of time to think about it since our first meeting and I know I was wrong not to welcome you the first time. I believe you never forgave me.”
“I have never thought there was anything to forgive. I forced myself upon you and you had every reason to be upset. Can I speak frankly?” I asked.
“Please do!”
“I come from a traditional society. Many Indians are also from a traditional society. I respect this. I have never expected you to embrace you – I was just so glad that you could keep close with the woman I love and not exclude her. I have listened to Anka and Meera and I know how rare such an enlightened response is. I didn’t want to thrust myself upon you – I wanted to respect your boundaries and I tried to guess what these are. I was always feeling a bit excluded from that part of Savita’s life but accepted it.”
“Savita, why didn’t you tell her I wanted to see her?”
“Because, Mum, I didn’t think you did.”
“O.k. Maybe I didn’t say it clearly but, Grace, I really want you to be part of our life … our daughter-in-law. Savita’s …. er, wife – I think that Savita is your husband by the way she speaks but excuse me if I say something wrong. Husband, you agree with me?”
The last bit was addressed to her husband who had been quiet throughout – it wasn’t really a question – more of a command - I felt - and he immediately said “Yes, that is right”. I promised to visit more frequently – we have arranged that we will both visit on Wednesdays and stay overnight – Savita’s mother seemed to really want us to stay and Saturdays are not so easy for me.”
After this conversation, I formally invited them to our ceremony. I stressed how pleased I would be if they could attend and Savita’s mother immediately accepted.
Savita helped her mother tidy up. I offered to help but Savita’s mother said “Next time” and signalled me to stay seated. There was an awkward silence between me and her father as we sat at the table. I could hear Savita and her mother talking away and then Savita asked me “Darling, is it at all possible we stay tonight?”
I was very reluctant because I was meant to take my daughter to school tomorrow morning but Savita looked quite pressed and so I rang my sister who said that she would drop her off at before school care on the way to work. I felt guilty about the trouble I was giving her but my sister told me it was important that I work to be on good terms with my parent-in-laws.
Savita thanked me so much when I agreed Savita suggested we have an early night, When I came to the room, Savita’s mother had already prepared the bed for two.
Savita held me close and said “I’m leaving early – I’ll go direct to work – can you stay a while and talk to my mum. She asked that she could have a woman-to-woman chat with you.”
“What does she want with me? Does she want to say go away? Or tell me how wicked I am? What have you told her about me?”
“Only how great you are – but she guesses a lot – my mum’s not stupid – I really think Mum wants the best but, darling, if she says anything hateful to you, just walk away – remember you are my wife and I’ll drop her before I let you get hurt.”
I slept badly that night, nervous about the forthcoming interview with Savita’s mother. I got up with Savita. Her mum and dad were already up – her father was on his way out and Savita rushed her breakfast.
When Savita had left, I was left with her mother and uncertain what to say. She spoke “Please, daughter-in-law, could you sit and talk with me a bit.”
“Yes, but may I ask one question?”
“Of course.”
“How would you like me to address you?”
“If you don’t mind, I would like ‘mother’ – but perhaps that would be an insult to your own mother?”
“No, ‘mother’ would be an honour.” I replied – I felt relieved that she was at least showing signs that she didn’t want to get rid of me and was willing to accept me.
“You seem quite nervous of me, daughter-in-law.”
“To be frank, you are so strong, so sure, so clever – I am in awe of you – I feel you see through me.”
“Really?”, she laughed. “I so often feel I understand nothing and the last thing I want is ‘awe’. I can tell you that I am nervous of you –you hold the fate of my beloved daughter in your hands. She is so in love with you. I do not want to damage that. At the very first, I will be honest, I was hostile. But these last months I have watched my daughter change – she is happier, fuller and glowing. I have been forced to face that so far you are the best thing to happen to her. So I want to support my daughter and I want to know you and understand better whether my daughter is safe and you are both happy.”
“Thank you, mother,” I replied.
“No, thank you! Also, I am embarrassed to admit but I am a very curious woman intrigued to understand what really happens. My daughter says she has a dirty mind but mine is no better. I can’t talk these things to my daughter. You are, from what I hear a very experienced woman – I would like if you ever have time to help me understand a lot of things. But probably you are disgusted by an old woman asking such questions.”
“Mother, I am very flattered that you want to ask me and also that you trust me enough – I am just nervous that I will disgust you when I answer and then you will respect me even less.”
“Daughter-in-law, I had to undergo a lot of thought changes to accept you. Your lifestyle is so foreign to me – if I judge you by my old standards, I could never accept – but my old standards are wrong – I accept that you are a very sexual woman with a large number of partners both male and female. I have heard how you treat my daughter – the honesty and gentleness – that’s why I feel trust is possible. I don’t know how to say this and you may be really offended but both Savita and you always avoid saying what your work exactly is. I am guessing that you may even involve sex in your work?”
“Have you asked Savita? What did she say?”
“I have never asked but she often lets things slip – when I started to think that maybe you worked in the sex industry, I had a horrible shock.
But then I watched how comfortable my daughter was with you and I bit my tongue and thought hard – I worry about it but for health and safety reasons – I want you safe because if anything happens to you, my daughter will be damaged even more. I am not accusing but asking. I am fearful of insulting you but I want to know what your job is. Am I right?”
“I am afraid that, you do see through me – yes I work as a sex worker,” I fully expected an out pouring of disgust or words to reform me but instead her next question showed me what her focus was.
“But given how many sexual partners you have, how can you feel anything for my daughter?”
“So easily! Your daughter is incredibly special. I have my paying sex partners – once I see them, I forget them. Then there is Savita – who is central to my life – it is not just sexual; I enjoy being with her, talking and being with her, sharing her time, sharing our lives.”
“So, she is not good for you sexually?”
“Quite the opposite! She is the best – I enjoy it most of all because she is so completely linked to me?”
“But, she is not so experienced?”
“Experience is not everything – feeling and intimacy are much more important. Also, Savita and I respond so well – she is more skilful than anyone.”
“And John and this girl, Sue, I think her name is – how do they fit in?”
“John is my ex-husband abd he is special and I can never forget how much he has done for me. I have special feelings for him but I am also so glad to see him form a new life with my sister. Sue and I were friends and lovers a long time but could never reach over the boundary to become partners. That is a boundary that Savita and I have gone over. For Savita, I am prepared to give up everyone else – I have told her that.”
“Yes Savita said you kept offering that. I’m not sure I fully understand why she says no.”
“I don’t really understand why myself. Maybe, I am a stepping stone in Savita’s life as she develops.”
Savita’s mother looked hard at me and asked “Maybe, she is a stepping stone in yours?”
“No. She is a destination – the person, I have reached to fill my life as long as she stays with me. I love your daughter completely – I am 27 years old and I need someone who I can form a future with – that’s why I’m here talking to you – that’s why this ceremony is so important to me. That’s why I am so scared that she is not a the same stage,” I felt tears welling up as I said this – expressing my deepest worry.
To my surprise, Savita’s mother got up and moved to me put her arms around me and looked directly in my face. “You silly girl,” she said kindly. “Don’t you know that you are a destination for my daughter? You were when she first met you – I’ve heard it from my daughter and also from my son. She was ready for you long before you were for her. You are stepping stone for her but not to another person – to a full life. She has come out at work. She has staked her position as a full woman in a loving relationship. Your life won’t be that easy – there will be a lot of prejudice. But I believe you two will support each other. My daughter told me how immediately you rejected your brother’s views. She was more thrilled by the depth of your support than you might have guessed.”
“One thing you will need to learn is that my daughter feels much more than she says. I am still finding how intense her emotions are – especially about you. She holds it in. But I have no doubt that she wants you as a life partner, as her wife.”
“Thank you”, I said. “But can I ask how much has this hurt you and your husband? I worry I am making trouble for you.”
She looked at me as if surprised “Why do you worry about this? You are the future for my daughter. What does it matter what we feel?”
“Because you are Savita’s family – I do not want to create damage here.”
“As I said, at first, I was shocked, angry and – I am ashamed to say – disgusted. By the time you had that coming-out party at our place, it was replaced with grim acceptance. But week after week as my daughter came home brighter, stronger and more positive, I thought back to the daughter I used to worry about because she was so depressed and I felt joy at this new daughter. I would have been fully contented if it hadn’t been that I felt you were rejecting us. I wondered why you hated us. So when you came yesterday and said you weren’t rejecting us, I felt how beautiful you were and I could understand my daughter’s happiness – you haven’t hurt me – you have made me very happy.”
“And your husband?”
“My husband was the first to accept it but he stays still just as accepting. He is glad that his daughter is happy but he is uncomfortable. He is a good man and wants to be more positive but he is not really sure of ‘this lesbian thing’ as he calls it. If you don’t mind I prefer not to tell him about sex work – I’m not sure he could cope with that.”
“Then, I will certainly not let him know.”
“But now, daughter-in-law, I must ask an important question.”
“Yes, mother?”
“If my daughter had married a boy, I would advise her how to please him sexually and in other ways. How can I advise my daughter so she can better please you?”
I laughed “I doubt she could please me more.”
“How can a woman please a woman? I don’t understand. What do you do together? Sorry to put you on the spot but my daughter is too shy to say and I am exceedingly curious. Just because I am 48 doesn’t mean I have totally lost interest in sex. How do two women do it?”
I felt strangely embarrassed but also realised that she was genuinely curious. So, I explained the importance of kissing, caressing, touching and foreplay in general.
“But what about ‘eating carpet’ or maybe you prefer to say ‘pussy licking’” she asked, almost teasing me by being provocative. She was clearly enjoying the conversation and was much less awkward than I was feeling.
I agreed it was very important and she queried me about what I focussed on and I described in more detail than I really wanted – she was a very sharp examiner. I also explained about watching my partner’s responses to see when she was enjoying and adjusting – even the same woman is stimulated differently at different times and so it was important to be observing the partner’s response.
Savita’s mother was listening intently and she asked “My daughter always says that you know her body better than her – does she adjust well for you, when she is licking you?”
I emphasised that Savita was the best and was just so good at making me feel satisfied.
“Good!” her mother responded. “So, how can my daughter improve to please you?”
“I can’t think about any way?”
“Surely, something can be improved.”
“Nothing, I have the woman I want – just as long as she wants me.”
“Hmm.”
Our conversation then changed tack completely and Savita’s mother told me of how she was upper caste and her husband lower caste. Their marriage was opposed and they finally left India with almost no money just to get away from the attitudes. They came to Australia and had stayed here ever since. They had experienced racism with people coming up to her and saying things like “Go back where you came from.” She had been spat on a couple of times. She was concerned about the recent attacks on Indians particularly in Melbourne. Her descriptions were under-stated and hence more telling criticism.
“So, you must be disgusted by Australian racism?”
“Pfft! And India is not racist? Internally they are divided so heavily upon race and language. It gets me annoyed – and my husband quite angry – to hear all these Indians talking about how bad Australia is – we made a life here – we have been safe – not perfect but not nearly as bad as all that. I hate to say it though much of the worst prejudice I have received is at the hands of non-white Australians.”
“Chinese?”
“Well …”
I understood too well that my own community was not blameless. She then went on to flatter me, saying “But, that’s why you are so special – you don’t treat Savita as Indian - you just seem to pass over her race as if it isn’t even a point – why else would you have been so genuinely surprised about your brother’s attitude. Savita keeps telling me how wonderful you are and I am beginning to believe her.”
Talking to Savita’s mother was so refreshing – I really found myself liking her a lot as well as being impressed by her intellect and was delighted that the wall has gone between us – I believe I will gain so much from knowing her. I can see why Savita is such a lovely person and also where she got her sharp mind from.
Savita said to me later that she had got a phone call from her mother and had been told very firmly that she had found a treasure and must make it 100% clear that I am not a stepping-stone. Savita said she was delighted that I and her mum got on so well. I am delighted that she seems to like me and also that they will be coming to share our commitment ceremony.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
A Wonderful Dinner
Savita returned from her course on Friday. She came home mid-afternoon but I wasn’t home from work until after 5. After four days apart, we couldn’t help making love and so it wasn’t until about 7pm that we set off for Annette and Joanna’s place – they had invited us for 7 and so we were about half an hour late (i.e. fashionably late).
When we arrived, I apologised for being late and Joanna said “I’m impressed you are so early after you’ve had 4 days of catching up to do.” I blushed and Savita giggled but it was a friendly sort of start.
When we came in, I was surprised both of them were really dressed up – I felt a little underdressed in my casual top and jeans. Savita was a bit better in her white blouse and black skirt. I apologised for not dressing well and Annette laughed “We just wanted to look nice for Joanna’s business friend. We value her a lot.”
Joanna poured us drinks and Savita and sat down on her sofa and she sat on the armchair facing us. Joanna started by thanking me again for being so “generous” about my client and saying sometime we should sit down and pool information about how we both can get better business. I liked the idea of co-operating – I feel Joanna would not use me – and so I was keen on pooling information but told her that I was not so generous – just realistic and I knew that she was sexier,
Joanna laughed and said “Honey, I reckon we would finish in a dead heat for pure sluttishness but you are too fucking sexy for me.” (Nice to hear even if it is totally untrue.)
Every once in a while Annette came to us from the kitchen where she was busy preparing dinner and sat on the arm of the chair ruffling Joanna’s hair and joining in the conversation. I think that Annette was intent on showing everyone (including Joanna) how close she was to Joanna and how much she valued her.
Annette’s meal was amazing. She had prepared an absolutely delicious mushroom-based soup that which had a lot of interesting ingredients as well as a magnificent Confit Duck Risotto. I am a very limited cook and I was impressed at Annette’s skill. She gave me the recipe but I doubt I am brave enough to try.
We talked general things. Joanna explained that this was their first real dinner party they had given since Annette had moved in. They had visitors drop in – Annette’s parents had come, John had come each weekend to see his son – but all very informal. Joanna said “I am delighted that our first dinner should be with a gorgeous couple with whom I hope we can be great friends. I also hope Grace and I can share tips – I have so much to learn from her.”
I laughed “I think I’ll do the learning – you are magnificent, Joanna.”
“Isn’t she!” Annette agreed.
I asked after Annette’s son. Annette said that he was sleeping in the other room. A really great sleeper –he could sleep through anything. He is already a 1yo – how time flies but how much happened in that year! Joanna said that he was a wonderful affectionate little boy with a sparkle of curiosity that was so much fun – although he was a little too mobile and they had to keep an eye on him all the time. I noticed that they had a baby monitor which was set at a discreet level but was pretty quiet apart from an occasional little grunt.
Joanna commented that John was great with him and she thought it was wonderful how he played with him and they enjoyed each other. Annette looked hard at me and said “You don’t need to say it – I nearly stuffed it all up – thank God, Lisa shook sense into me. Otherwise, I could have really stayed wrong – John is so important in my son’s life! And how is Lisa … and Sue?”
We then chatted about them, their daughter and other things. Savita had been quiet through all this– she is quite shy and quiet until she gets to know people – but I could sense that she was finding this a lot easier than she had expected and was relaxing.
We had shared a bottle of wine and were all a little merrier. Annette turned to Savita and said “I think we met a couple of times just before I moved out. I was pretty dumb – I didn’t see just how great you are for Grace – she’s positively glowing.”
I was waiting for a barbed follow-up comment but it became clear that was not where Annette was heading. Savita said “Thank you.” And Annette said “It’s really wonderful – it’s all worked out so well – Grace has got a real babe as her partner, I’m blessed with the most beautiful woman who I hope will be patient with me for a while and John’s doing a really hot chick I hear. You’ve got to say sometimes life can be so great!”
We all agreed with her and then Annette turned to Savita and said “Well, it sounds like our girls played well together, eh? I was a bit jealous but it would have been great to watch – those lucky guys!”
“Yes, I would have loved to have seen it,” Savita commented,
“Oh, you like to watch?” Annette said.
Savita was very embarrassed – she always feels uncomfortable talking about her voyeuristic pleasure. Annette had meant the comment innocently and she picked up immediately that she had said the wrong thing. So she quickly added.
“I really like watching, myself. The first time I got to know Jo was when we did a job together. I was so turned on by watching her with the man. At the time, Jo had started with Simone– I think you met her, Grace. What a bitch! But, Jo is just so sexy that even then I lusted after her.”
“Ann’s pretty hot herself!” Jo commented. “I’m lucky that you let me have her, Grace.”
Actually, that comment made me very uncomfortable and I didn’t know what to say and so I was grateful when Savita said “I don’t think Grace let you have her – it seems to me that you and Annette are naturals – I reckon you’d have been together sooner or later.’
“Nicely put! Just what I feel – although I think Jo got the short straw getting me,” Annette replied. “But you two girls (indicating Joanna and me) are cheating us – how about the show? You’ll do if for strange men but not entertain your partners. Hey, Savita – back me up on this.”
“Well it would be interesting but …”, Savita said a bit embarrassed but more comfortable than before since she was not having to reveal herself. Joanna seemed unsurprised and I felt Annette had talked this over with her before.
“But? No buts.” Annette said
Joanna came over to me, took my hand and gently encouraged, saying “When Ann gets like this – there’s no way stopping her. Can I borrow her, Savita?”
“Only, if you return her!” Savita said sounding uncertain but I could see she was quite excited.
“Oh she’ll return – I know that - I’m just warming her up so that she’s even more ready for her real love.”
Then she stood up and acted as if she had just walked in
“Oh, Keiko – all these scrumptious girls! Are they all for me?”
“Sorry one of them’s mine”
“Well then, you’ve got to let me have some hot Asian pussy.”
“Will mine do?”
“Honey, you know it will!”
Joanna had taken me in her arms and gave me a hot sensual kiss as she undid my jeans and they skipped off to the floor. We were almost immediately undressed. Joanna knelt before me and played with my pussy with her finger and tongue.
Then she got me to lie down and licked me off until I was almost climaxing. Then she moved her pussy into place so that I could lick her. She seemed very turned on and her pussy tasted of her juices. She was moaning softly as I licked until it gradually it got louder as she reached a “climax”.
The whole thing was remarkably close to how it happened at the gangbang that I couldn’t help feeling that both occasions were choreographed by Joanna especially when she finished by moving to the “crowd”. In this case she turned to Annette and started to cuddle and kiss her. I of course, turned to Savita and held her close – it was a bit strange however with her fully dressed and being at Annette and Joanna’s place and neither Savita nor I were completely at ease.
Gradually, I slipped my clothes on and we prepared to leave. Annette was really nice to Savita saying to her “I can see Grace has great taste – she chose one of the best men in John – and now she has moved on to a truly gorgeous woman – and from what I hear one of the nicest too. I’m sorry if we were a bit rude this evening but when you get three hookers together, we’ll be like that. I hope you don’t mind I borrowed Grace to play with Jo – I just couldn’t resist seeing. Please never feel shy with us – both Jo and I really like you and want you to feel at ease with us.”
Savita replied saying that it had been a lovely evening and she had really enjoyed everything about the evening. Savita expressed admiration for Annette’s cooking and they seemed really to warm to each other. In the taxi home (it may only be a 20 minutes walk – but I don’t walk late at night any more) Savita said how nice Annette was – she said that she expected to hate her after the argument over the son with John and her bitchy comments to me but she seemed like a different person from that person. She commented that Joanna was very nice but even though she was so sexually open, she seemed more removed and closed – she made a very sharp comment that Annette seemed to find sexually open but emotionally remote people judging by my description of Lin.
However, both of us agreed it had been a great evening and we wanted to invite them to our place very soon in response – the only worry was how to match Annette’s splendid meal,
When we arrived, I apologised for being late and Joanna said “I’m impressed you are so early after you’ve had 4 days of catching up to do.” I blushed and Savita giggled but it was a friendly sort of start.
When we came in, I was surprised both of them were really dressed up – I felt a little underdressed in my casual top and jeans. Savita was a bit better in her white blouse and black skirt. I apologised for not dressing well and Annette laughed “We just wanted to look nice for Joanna’s business friend. We value her a lot.”
Joanna poured us drinks and Savita and sat down on her sofa and she sat on the armchair facing us. Joanna started by thanking me again for being so “generous” about my client and saying sometime we should sit down and pool information about how we both can get better business. I liked the idea of co-operating – I feel Joanna would not use me – and so I was keen on pooling information but told her that I was not so generous – just realistic and I knew that she was sexier,
Joanna laughed and said “Honey, I reckon we would finish in a dead heat for pure sluttishness but you are too fucking sexy for me.” (Nice to hear even if it is totally untrue.)
Every once in a while Annette came to us from the kitchen where she was busy preparing dinner and sat on the arm of the chair ruffling Joanna’s hair and joining in the conversation. I think that Annette was intent on showing everyone (including Joanna) how close she was to Joanna and how much she valued her.
Annette’s meal was amazing. She had prepared an absolutely delicious mushroom-based soup that which had a lot of interesting ingredients as well as a magnificent Confit Duck Risotto. I am a very limited cook and I was impressed at Annette’s skill. She gave me the recipe but I doubt I am brave enough to try.
We talked general things. Joanna explained that this was their first real dinner party they had given since Annette had moved in. They had visitors drop in – Annette’s parents had come, John had come each weekend to see his son – but all very informal. Joanna said “I am delighted that our first dinner should be with a gorgeous couple with whom I hope we can be great friends. I also hope Grace and I can share tips – I have so much to learn from her.”
I laughed “I think I’ll do the learning – you are magnificent, Joanna.”
“Isn’t she!” Annette agreed.
I asked after Annette’s son. Annette said that he was sleeping in the other room. A really great sleeper –he could sleep through anything. He is already a 1yo – how time flies but how much happened in that year! Joanna said that he was a wonderful affectionate little boy with a sparkle of curiosity that was so much fun – although he was a little too mobile and they had to keep an eye on him all the time. I noticed that they had a baby monitor which was set at a discreet level but was pretty quiet apart from an occasional little grunt.
Joanna commented that John was great with him and she thought it was wonderful how he played with him and they enjoyed each other. Annette looked hard at me and said “You don’t need to say it – I nearly stuffed it all up – thank God, Lisa shook sense into me. Otherwise, I could have really stayed wrong – John is so important in my son’s life! And how is Lisa … and Sue?”
We then chatted about them, their daughter and other things. Savita had been quiet through all this– she is quite shy and quiet until she gets to know people – but I could sense that she was finding this a lot easier than she had expected and was relaxing.
We had shared a bottle of wine and were all a little merrier. Annette turned to Savita and said “I think we met a couple of times just before I moved out. I was pretty dumb – I didn’t see just how great you are for Grace – she’s positively glowing.”
I was waiting for a barbed follow-up comment but it became clear that was not where Annette was heading. Savita said “Thank you.” And Annette said “It’s really wonderful – it’s all worked out so well – Grace has got a real babe as her partner, I’m blessed with the most beautiful woman who I hope will be patient with me for a while and John’s doing a really hot chick I hear. You’ve got to say sometimes life can be so great!”
We all agreed with her and then Annette turned to Savita and said “Well, it sounds like our girls played well together, eh? I was a bit jealous but it would have been great to watch – those lucky guys!”
“Yes, I would have loved to have seen it,” Savita commented,
“Oh, you like to watch?” Annette said.
Savita was very embarrassed – she always feels uncomfortable talking about her voyeuristic pleasure. Annette had meant the comment innocently and she picked up immediately that she had said the wrong thing. So she quickly added.
“I really like watching, myself. The first time I got to know Jo was when we did a job together. I was so turned on by watching her with the man. At the time, Jo had started with Simone– I think you met her, Grace. What a bitch! But, Jo is just so sexy that even then I lusted after her.”
“Ann’s pretty hot herself!” Jo commented. “I’m lucky that you let me have her, Grace.”
Actually, that comment made me very uncomfortable and I didn’t know what to say and so I was grateful when Savita said “I don’t think Grace let you have her – it seems to me that you and Annette are naturals – I reckon you’d have been together sooner or later.’
“Nicely put! Just what I feel – although I think Jo got the short straw getting me,” Annette replied. “But you two girls (indicating Joanna and me) are cheating us – how about the show? You’ll do if for strange men but not entertain your partners. Hey, Savita – back me up on this.”
“Well it would be interesting but …”, Savita said a bit embarrassed but more comfortable than before since she was not having to reveal herself. Joanna seemed unsurprised and I felt Annette had talked this over with her before.
“But? No buts.” Annette said
Joanna came over to me, took my hand and gently encouraged, saying “When Ann gets like this – there’s no way stopping her. Can I borrow her, Savita?”
“Only, if you return her!” Savita said sounding uncertain but I could see she was quite excited.
“Oh she’ll return – I know that - I’m just warming her up so that she’s even more ready for her real love.”
Then she stood up and acted as if she had just walked in
“Oh, Keiko – all these scrumptious girls! Are they all for me?”
“Sorry one of them’s mine”
“Well then, you’ve got to let me have some hot Asian pussy.”
“Will mine do?”
“Honey, you know it will!”
Joanna had taken me in her arms and gave me a hot sensual kiss as she undid my jeans and they skipped off to the floor. We were almost immediately undressed. Joanna knelt before me and played with my pussy with her finger and tongue.
Then she got me to lie down and licked me off until I was almost climaxing. Then she moved her pussy into place so that I could lick her. She seemed very turned on and her pussy tasted of her juices. She was moaning softly as I licked until it gradually it got louder as she reached a “climax”.
The whole thing was remarkably close to how it happened at the gangbang that I couldn’t help feeling that both occasions were choreographed by Joanna especially when she finished by moving to the “crowd”. In this case she turned to Annette and started to cuddle and kiss her. I of course, turned to Savita and held her close – it was a bit strange however with her fully dressed and being at Annette and Joanna’s place and neither Savita nor I were completely at ease.
Gradually, I slipped my clothes on and we prepared to leave. Annette was really nice to Savita saying to her “I can see Grace has great taste – she chose one of the best men in John – and now she has moved on to a truly gorgeous woman – and from what I hear one of the nicest too. I’m sorry if we were a bit rude this evening but when you get three hookers together, we’ll be like that. I hope you don’t mind I borrowed Grace to play with Jo – I just couldn’t resist seeing. Please never feel shy with us – both Jo and I really like you and want you to feel at ease with us.”
Savita replied saying that it had been a lovely evening and she had really enjoyed everything about the evening. Savita expressed admiration for Annette’s cooking and they seemed really to warm to each other. In the taxi home (it may only be a 20 minutes walk – but I don’t walk late at night any more) Savita said how nice Annette was – she said that she expected to hate her after the argument over the son with John and her bitchy comments to me but she seemed like a different person from that person. She commented that Joanna was very nice but even though she was so sexually open, she seemed more removed and closed – she made a very sharp comment that Annette seemed to find sexually open but emotionally remote people judging by my description of Lin.
However, both of us agreed it had been a great evening and we wanted to invite them to our place very soon in response – the only worry was how to match Annette’s splendid meal,
Friday, May 21, 2010
A Night with Yuki
While Savita was away at a training course, Yuki asked me to catch up with her after work and spend the night with her. I had told Savita about this and Savita had said that I should go with it. I finished quite early – about 10pm. I had fucked 9 guys that day and Yuki had just come off a dinner and fuck session. She told me she still had the taste of his cum in her mouth - I was surprised she hadn’t rinsed her mouth out and asked if I could taste – we kissed (deep French kissing) and realised that she had in fact rinsed with mouth wash.
Yuki is a strange mixture of innocence and sexuality. She is not a slut like me. She does at most four men in a day and works 2 or 3 days a week. She has been working about a year and I would estimated she has had well over a hundred clients but she is not interested in thinking how many men and seems ashamed of what she does. She did tell me that I was her only woman.
We had a snack together and then Yuki invited me to her room – a flat shared with two other girls. When we went there, she immediately took me in her arms and held me. She asked me for a cuddle and we embraced as we stripped down – it was cold outside and so quite a bit of stripping down was needed. She said that the room had a “no men” rule but it was fine to have a girl stay. However, I knew she was a bit nervous that we didn’t make too much noise.
She said that her flatmates would think nothing of us sharing a shower together and so we showered, touching each other’s breasts and letting our fingers slip between each other’s legs, exploring as we washed. Then we retired back to her room and we kissed some more before I went down on Yuki who responded completely although she put her hand over mouth to muffle her groans. Her juices flowed freely and she seemed to be very excited. When she came, her body shuddered and she was virtually shoving her hands down her throat to block her cries.
She pushed me away from her pussy, pulling my face up towards her own and she started to kiss me passionately. Yuki insisted on eating me out. Each time she does it she gets more skilful and this time I found myself cumming as she stimulated my clit with her tongue while finger-fucking my pussy. I had to stifle my own moans as the pleasure became too intense and finally I told her to stop,
“Did you feel it? Am I any good?” Yuki asked anxiously.
“Honey, you were incredible – who have you been practising on?”
“Oh, no one”, Yuki responded immediately. “I just thought of what you did to me – I kept remembering it. Sometimes, I even touch myself and dream of you licking me – I can get really excited thinking of you – aren’t I sick.”
“Sick? I touch myself all the time. I am flattered you think of me.”
“Grace, you are the best thing that ever entered my life.”
“Rubbish!”
“No, it’s true._ I know you love Savita but you still make me feel less disgusted with myself. When I am with you, I can enjoy sex,”
“You never enjoy it with clients?”
“Never. I am ashamed because I am a prostitute. Often after the guy has fucked me, I cry afterwards. I feel the taste of cum in my mouth and have to wash it out again and again. And always I am scared that my friends or my mother will find out.”
“Then you should quit – it isn’t working.”
“But I need the money – and I am sacred of telling the owner I quit – he fucks me and tells me I am his girlfriend.”
“Do you think he loves you?”
“He says he is best for me and likes me. He lives with another woman who he says is a bitch but she has all the money.””
“Have you told him how much you hate working?”
“Yes but he says I’ll get used to it. And I am more used to it. Now I can do 3 guys in a day – before only 1 – and I cry less.”
“But you still hate it?”
“Yes, so much.”
“You need to find a new job. It’s eating you up.”
“But what can I do? I’m not very pretty – I can’t do anything else – I’m lucky he throws jobs my way – he says he pisses off the other girls who are prettier because he favours me.”
“Oh, so lucky! Isn’t he is just so generous”, I said, felling very angry. “Honey, the guys’ a sleazebag. He puts you down so that he can control you. You’re beautiful, clever – you can do so much.”
“You think?”
“I know. I can see it!” and I was not flattering her – she is so sexy and pretty and when I talk to her she has an enquiring mind. She isn’t dumb at all – just incredibly low self-esteem. “Yuki, I’ve got a project now – let’s find you a job that builds you up.”
“Grace, you’ve got more important things to do.”
“Honey, this is important – you’re too sweet to be used by a slimeball like that. I won’t let my friends be abused.”
Yuki looked almost in tears and said “But you have a lover.”
“Savita’s my life partner but you’re my friend – even my fuck buddy if you like.”
“I like so much!”
“Well then let’s get you out of this – then you’ll enjoy our fucks more.”
“I can’t enjoy them any more.”
“Well, we’ll test that out once you’ve got a better life – and that won’t be long.”
After that we started petting more and more heavily. We made love again – it was great sex – and afterwards Yuki dozed off in my arms. I lay awake a while thinking how to help this pretty girl and resolved that I would help her.
Yuki is a strange mixture of innocence and sexuality. She is not a slut like me. She does at most four men in a day and works 2 or 3 days a week. She has been working about a year and I would estimated she has had well over a hundred clients but she is not interested in thinking how many men and seems ashamed of what she does. She did tell me that I was her only woman.
We had a snack together and then Yuki invited me to her room – a flat shared with two other girls. When we went there, she immediately took me in her arms and held me. She asked me for a cuddle and we embraced as we stripped down – it was cold outside and so quite a bit of stripping down was needed. She said that the room had a “no men” rule but it was fine to have a girl stay. However, I knew she was a bit nervous that we didn’t make too much noise.
She said that her flatmates would think nothing of us sharing a shower together and so we showered, touching each other’s breasts and letting our fingers slip between each other’s legs, exploring as we washed. Then we retired back to her room and we kissed some more before I went down on Yuki who responded completely although she put her hand over mouth to muffle her groans. Her juices flowed freely and she seemed to be very excited. When she came, her body shuddered and she was virtually shoving her hands down her throat to block her cries.
She pushed me away from her pussy, pulling my face up towards her own and she started to kiss me passionately. Yuki insisted on eating me out. Each time she does it she gets more skilful and this time I found myself cumming as she stimulated my clit with her tongue while finger-fucking my pussy. I had to stifle my own moans as the pleasure became too intense and finally I told her to stop,
“Did you feel it? Am I any good?” Yuki asked anxiously.
“Honey, you were incredible – who have you been practising on?”
“Oh, no one”, Yuki responded immediately. “I just thought of what you did to me – I kept remembering it. Sometimes, I even touch myself and dream of you licking me – I can get really excited thinking of you – aren’t I sick.”
“Sick? I touch myself all the time. I am flattered you think of me.”
“Grace, you are the best thing that ever entered my life.”
“Rubbish!”
“No, it’s true._ I know you love Savita but you still make me feel less disgusted with myself. When I am with you, I can enjoy sex,”
“You never enjoy it with clients?”
“Never. I am ashamed because I am a prostitute. Often after the guy has fucked me, I cry afterwards. I feel the taste of cum in my mouth and have to wash it out again and again. And always I am scared that my friends or my mother will find out.”
“Then you should quit – it isn’t working.”
“But I need the money – and I am sacred of telling the owner I quit – he fucks me and tells me I am his girlfriend.”
“Do you think he loves you?”
“He says he is best for me and likes me. He lives with another woman who he says is a bitch but she has all the money.””
“Have you told him how much you hate working?”
“Yes but he says I’ll get used to it. And I am more used to it. Now I can do 3 guys in a day – before only 1 – and I cry less.”
“But you still hate it?”
“Yes, so much.”
“You need to find a new job. It’s eating you up.”
“But what can I do? I’m not very pretty – I can’t do anything else – I’m lucky he throws jobs my way – he says he pisses off the other girls who are prettier because he favours me.”
“Oh, so lucky! Isn’t he is just so generous”, I said, felling very angry. “Honey, the guys’ a sleazebag. He puts you down so that he can control you. You’re beautiful, clever – you can do so much.”
“You think?”
“I know. I can see it!” and I was not flattering her – she is so sexy and pretty and when I talk to her she has an enquiring mind. She isn’t dumb at all – just incredibly low self-esteem. “Yuki, I’ve got a project now – let’s find you a job that builds you up.”
“Grace, you’ve got more important things to do.”
“Honey, this is important – you’re too sweet to be used by a slimeball like that. I won’t let my friends be abused.”
Yuki looked almost in tears and said “But you have a lover.”
“Savita’s my life partner but you’re my friend – even my fuck buddy if you like.”
“I like so much!”
“Well then let’s get you out of this – then you’ll enjoy our fucks more.”
“I can’t enjoy them any more.”
“Well, we’ll test that out once you’ve got a better life – and that won’t be long.”
After that we started petting more and more heavily. We made love again – it was great sex – and afterwards Yuki dozed off in my arms. I lay awake a while thinking how to help this pretty girl and resolved that I would help her.
Always True to You, Darling, in MY Fashion
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Friday, April 23, 2010
A Few Posts at Once
Typed up a lot over the last weeks but finally got to post them. That’s why so many on one day. Given I am using Wordpress and Blogspot. It takes a bit of time to post and so I keep putting off. Sorry to be so slow to post.
Surprising Arrangements
The arranger from the last time was keen to see me again in a gangbang situation and is setting up another one. But this time he wanted to see me with a “white girl”. I immediately thought of Chantelle and rang her up.
I was surprised but also pleased when Chantelle explained that she was no longer working. Sylvie didn’t like her being a hooker and so she was now assisting Sylvie in her new enterprise. Chantelle sounded so happy and I was delighted that she and Sylvie were going so well. I am realty impressed by the love and support that Sylvie is giving to Chantelle and I know Chantelle is returning the love completely. Chantelle suggested Joanna with whom I had done a gangbang some time back. Joanna is a luscious upmarket blonde who I got on ok with, although her girlfriend, Simone, and I clashed.
Chantelle gave me the only number she has for Joanna and I called her. After I explained who I was, I asked her if she was interested or if she knew anyone who would be. Joanna expressed interest in meeting to talk about it and invited me to her place. I asked if that was wise since Simone would be angry. “Oh Simone is history”, she laughed. “My new girlfriend is cool about things. I think you might have even met her.”
“Oh?” I said. “Who is she?”
“Oh, I’m not sure you’d remember her”, she replied casually. “I’ll introduce you when you call in.”
So, I went the next day at about lunchtime to Joanna’s place which was only about 10 minutes walk from mine.
I rang the bell and Joanna released security. I went up to her apartment and had an enormous shock. Annette opened the door and said “Hello, Grace.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
“Oh Jo thought I should see you”, she said and she gave Joanna who was next to her a peck on the cheek. I was feeling very dumb.
“You are Joanna’s new gf?” I asked.
“Yes”, she said.
“But how… why…”
“Remember Joanna and I worked together before – well we have gone one stage and are living together.”
“Does John know? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“I made him promise not to tell – I wanted to tell you myself. He was a bit annoyed that I hadn’t told you before. “
“My sister? Chantelle – they knew?”
“I think John hasn’t told your sister because he didn’t want to put an awkward situation – John is always considerate of everyone.”
“He’s a nice guy”, Joanna chipped in.
“As for Chantelle, she knows nothing – she’s so fucking stupid that she’d have told everyone,” Annette said
I was actually very angry at that statement and snapped back “Chantelle is the nicest, sweetest girl.”
Joanna stepped in saying “You’re absolutely right, Grace. I like her a lot but she does talk a lot. Don’t get so annoyed. Ann is a bit outspoken sometimes but she likes Chantelle as much as I do.”
I decided to switch tack and said to Joanna “Well, I guess you’re not interested in the job – this was why you invited me – to make me feel a fool.”
“Oh honey, not at all – I am deadly serious about the job if it pays well.”
So I discussed the job with her and she asked “Well, Ann? Should I do it? Sounds like I will get well paid and it’s not the first gangbang I’ve done? Or maybe you want to do it?”
“You do whatever- not for me.” Annette replied. “but do you think you can stand to be with her (indicating me?. You never know where her pussy has been. God to think I once liked that flat-breasted bitch. How could you do lez with her – the stench of all the cum she ‘s taken will turn your stomach.”
At that point I got up and walked to the door, saying “forget it – I don’t need this kind of rubbish. I’ll find someone else.”
I had hardly left the building when my phone rang. It was Joanna who said that I shouldn’t mind Annette - she was just a little upset and could I wait a few hours before finding someone else. Joanna said she thought it would be a great job.
I told her to let me know if she could do it but I would have to find someone else quite quickly. Actually, I was already thinking who to get and had been wondering whether to try Simone even though we were not friends – after all this was business but then I remembered that Simone freaked out when I sucked without a condom.
Also, I was very upset by what Annette had said – especially the “flat-breasted” bit. I know my tits are small compared to Annette, Joanna and even Savita but they are ok, I think, for an Asian girl. I am 86-70-91 (I think this is 34-27-36).
Joanna would be a good partner because she was so sexy and the customers would love her but I was too angry. I called Chantelle and asked her if she knew anyone else and Chantelle said she would think about it. When I repeated what Annette had said about me, Chantelle called her a “stupid fucking bitch” and told me I was the sexiest woman she knew – apart from Sylvie.
Chantelle may not always say the right things but she is nice and she did make me feel a lot better. I had hesitated to ring Sue for suggestions because I was worried she might be upset about not being asked again – I know how much the cash would mean to her and Lisa - but I was about to ring her when Joanna called again and asked me to meet at a coffee shop near her place.
I said ok and Joanna was there when I arrived. She immediately started to apologise for Annette’s words and told me that I should ignore it. Annette had some issues: she was still a little in love with me and had been very upset that I didn’t seem at all jealous. Joanna said Annette was really a nice girl but I had hurt her bad. Also Annette had a bad habit of going over the top and then calming down.
Joanna said she really wanted the job and in the long run Annette had agreed that it was a good idea. So if I would accept her, she would be keen to do it. In some ways I didn’t want her but the fact that Joanna was ideal for the job meant that I agreed and we set up a meeting with the organiser for the following day.
That evening, I told Savita what Annette had said and she was furious. “Chantelle was right she is a stupid fucking bitch. You have the loveliest tits in the world. I love them.”
I asked John why he had not told me and he apologised and explained that Annette had only moved in two weeks ago and that was the first he had heard of Joanna. He had been sworn to secrecy and had been promised that I would be told very soon but Annette wanted to tell me herself- he hadn’t told my sister because he thought it might be awkward for her. I realised that he was trying to maintain a delicate balance between the mothers of his two children and I couldn’t get angry.
He was clearly very annoyed when he heard how Annette had spoken to me but I told him to pretend he hadn’t heard. I don’t want to create a quarrel between him and Annette since it might limit access to his son.
Anyway, now I know and I hope Annette and Joanna can be happy together but Annette needs to be a bit careful I think and spend more time valuing Joanna who is a very hot desirable woman than venting spleen against me.
The gangbang with Joanna should be interesting – Savita has asked a lot of questions about Joanna and doesn’t seem that happy about the forthcoming gangbang – she says Joanna sounds too pretty and I’ll probably rush off with her. I laughed at this and reminded her that Yuki was very pretty and I wasn’t rushing off with her. I offered to step aside and let Sue take my place but Savita said I should do it and she wanted a full report.
I was surprised but also pleased when Chantelle explained that she was no longer working. Sylvie didn’t like her being a hooker and so she was now assisting Sylvie in her new enterprise. Chantelle sounded so happy and I was delighted that she and Sylvie were going so well. I am realty impressed by the love and support that Sylvie is giving to Chantelle and I know Chantelle is returning the love completely. Chantelle suggested Joanna with whom I had done a gangbang some time back. Joanna is a luscious upmarket blonde who I got on ok with, although her girlfriend, Simone, and I clashed.
Chantelle gave me the only number she has for Joanna and I called her. After I explained who I was, I asked her if she was interested or if she knew anyone who would be. Joanna expressed interest in meeting to talk about it and invited me to her place. I asked if that was wise since Simone would be angry. “Oh Simone is history”, she laughed. “My new girlfriend is cool about things. I think you might have even met her.”
“Oh?” I said. “Who is she?”
“Oh, I’m not sure you’d remember her”, she replied casually. “I’ll introduce you when you call in.”
So, I went the next day at about lunchtime to Joanna’s place which was only about 10 minutes walk from mine.
I rang the bell and Joanna released security. I went up to her apartment and had an enormous shock. Annette opened the door and said “Hello, Grace.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
“Oh Jo thought I should see you”, she said and she gave Joanna who was next to her a peck on the cheek. I was feeling very dumb.
“You are Joanna’s new gf?” I asked.
“Yes”, she said.
“But how… why…”
“Remember Joanna and I worked together before – well we have gone one stage and are living together.”
“Does John know? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“I made him promise not to tell – I wanted to tell you myself. He was a bit annoyed that I hadn’t told you before. “
“My sister? Chantelle – they knew?”
“I think John hasn’t told your sister because he didn’t want to put an awkward situation – John is always considerate of everyone.”
“He’s a nice guy”, Joanna chipped in.
“As for Chantelle, she knows nothing – she’s so fucking stupid that she’d have told everyone,” Annette said
I was actually very angry at that statement and snapped back “Chantelle is the nicest, sweetest girl.”
Joanna stepped in saying “You’re absolutely right, Grace. I like her a lot but she does talk a lot. Don’t get so annoyed. Ann is a bit outspoken sometimes but she likes Chantelle as much as I do.”
I decided to switch tack and said to Joanna “Well, I guess you’re not interested in the job – this was why you invited me – to make me feel a fool.”
“Oh honey, not at all – I am deadly serious about the job if it pays well.”
So I discussed the job with her and she asked “Well, Ann? Should I do it? Sounds like I will get well paid and it’s not the first gangbang I’ve done? Or maybe you want to do it?”
“You do whatever- not for me.” Annette replied. “but do you think you can stand to be with her (indicating me?. You never know where her pussy has been. God to think I once liked that flat-breasted bitch. How could you do lez with her – the stench of all the cum she ‘s taken will turn your stomach.”
At that point I got up and walked to the door, saying “forget it – I don’t need this kind of rubbish. I’ll find someone else.”
I had hardly left the building when my phone rang. It was Joanna who said that I shouldn’t mind Annette - she was just a little upset and could I wait a few hours before finding someone else. Joanna said she thought it would be a great job.
I told her to let me know if she could do it but I would have to find someone else quite quickly. Actually, I was already thinking who to get and had been wondering whether to try Simone even though we were not friends – after all this was business but then I remembered that Simone freaked out when I sucked without a condom.
Also, I was very upset by what Annette had said – especially the “flat-breasted” bit. I know my tits are small compared to Annette, Joanna and even Savita but they are ok, I think, for an Asian girl. I am 86-70-91 (I think this is 34-27-36).
Joanna would be a good partner because she was so sexy and the customers would love her but I was too angry. I called Chantelle and asked her if she knew anyone else and Chantelle said she would think about it. When I repeated what Annette had said about me, Chantelle called her a “stupid fucking bitch” and told me I was the sexiest woman she knew – apart from Sylvie.
Chantelle may not always say the right things but she is nice and she did make me feel a lot better. I had hesitated to ring Sue for suggestions because I was worried she might be upset about not being asked again – I know how much the cash would mean to her and Lisa - but I was about to ring her when Joanna called again and asked me to meet at a coffee shop near her place.
I said ok and Joanna was there when I arrived. She immediately started to apologise for Annette’s words and told me that I should ignore it. Annette had some issues: she was still a little in love with me and had been very upset that I didn’t seem at all jealous. Joanna said Annette was really a nice girl but I had hurt her bad. Also Annette had a bad habit of going over the top and then calming down.
Joanna said she really wanted the job and in the long run Annette had agreed that it was a good idea. So if I would accept her, she would be keen to do it. In some ways I didn’t want her but the fact that Joanna was ideal for the job meant that I agreed and we set up a meeting with the organiser for the following day.
That evening, I told Savita what Annette had said and she was furious. “Chantelle was right she is a stupid fucking bitch. You have the loveliest tits in the world. I love them.”
I asked John why he had not told me and he apologised and explained that Annette had only moved in two weeks ago and that was the first he had heard of Joanna. He had been sworn to secrecy and had been promised that I would be told very soon but Annette wanted to tell me herself- he hadn’t told my sister because he thought it might be awkward for her. I realised that he was trying to maintain a delicate balance between the mothers of his two children and I couldn’t get angry.
He was clearly very annoyed when he heard how Annette had spoken to me but I told him to pretend he hadn’t heard. I don’t want to create a quarrel between him and Annette since it might limit access to his son.
Anyway, now I know and I hope Annette and Joanna can be happy together but Annette needs to be a bit careful I think and spend more time valuing Joanna who is a very hot desirable woman than venting spleen against me.
The gangbang with Joanna should be interesting – Savita has asked a lot of questions about Joanna and doesn’t seem that happy about the forthcoming gangbang – she says Joanna sounds too pretty and I’ll probably rush off with her. I laughed at this and reminded her that Yuki was very pretty and I wasn’t rushing off with her. I offered to step aside and let Sue take my place but Savita said I should do it and she wanted a full report.
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