<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> Fleur deRenier-Adams<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Kitchen, Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Open, Richard<br/>
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The servants had been sent away for the night, of course. But before they had been dismissed, She made sure everything is in order, that snacks were prepared and the drinks set out just right. Fleur deRenier-Adams wasn’t diligent often – she found it dreadfully dull – but when sex was involved, she was the perfect hostess. Greeting everyone at the door, walking them in, serving their first drink. When Richard comes to the drinks table, she asks him for ID, a serious expression on her face. Then she quirks a grin a split second later, unable to stay in character before patting him playfully on the shoulder.<br/>
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(Should he actually attempt to present ID, Fleur pushes it gently away with the back of her wrist, “No no, dear. No names here. Not *real* names anyhow.”)<br/>
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Clad in deep passionfruit purple, Fleur had on a </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><a class="link link--external" href="https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F9a%2F4c%2F15%2F9a4c15484b0ef0d650c2c1ee254f7c5d.jpg&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">conservative-by-her-standards dress</a></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> - showing about a third of her boobs up top, and with at least six extra inches of hem down below. The garment kissed her prodigious curves, and she had on a pair of 5” black suede ankleboots, raising her beyond her normal height of 5’5”.<br/>
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When it comes time for the bowl ritual, Fleur politely waits for the last key – her duty as hostess.<br/>
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First, the newbie (even though Victoria was technically new, Fleur had a sense that ‘newbie’ would be entirely the wrong word for her) picks Jamal’s golden key and Fleur quirks a little grin. She was sure her husband would break the other woman in properly – she’d likely be a repeat Swinger after a few helpings of that big black cock.<br/>
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All this makes Simon look like he’s about to be ill. And then the predator-woman pulls his key out. Oh dear. That could either go very good for him, or very bad. If the she-tiger fails to tame him, then he might come away from the party regretting their attendance. Meanwhile, Fleur was sure his wife would want more. That’s the way relationships die.<br/>
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Still, that left one key in the bowl and Fleur scoops it out. A moment later, the tigress is walking her pet in the hostess’ direction. Fleur gives a brilliant smile as the pair walk up and she offers the (very) young man her hand, presenting it as if expecting him to bring it to his lips. Her eyes twinkle as she prompts him, “So. What’s my name? I can’t wait to find out!”<br/>
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Last time, she had been “Giggleslut”. The time before, she had been “Krystal Suxgood”. And the time before that she had been “Irene”. “Irene” had been a freakin’ animal though, so it all worked out in the end. Sometimes the shy cautious ones can be real freaky deep inside.</span>