..”“How about life-altering?” she suggested with a tired, sated little smile, lolling her head against his chest. She shifted against him. “Yo... certainly are a good actor, Arcutus. A sexual thespian.”She felt the rumble of his laughter against her back.“I’m not sure I was acting,” he murmured back, “taking you like that has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. You were made for ravishing, my dear.”Sharon’s eyes drifted over the torn robes and clothing left behind.“It seems like you were made. Inwardly I groan, ‘I’m bl**dy tired darling’, I meekly complain down the line, ‘I’m in bed, you just woke me up’, I fruitlessly complain, but I know in my heart and soul, my husband has an idea, one that my naked body with a complete stranger enjoying it, will only suffice, he wants a good wank session watching me submit to men, and hear me beg them to have a baby. He hangs up, and they are on their way. I can’t imagine what men talk about, especially if the stranger knows he will be in my bed. ”“The odd jobs and such?” He asked. “I’m kind of in the middle of something right now.”“Wow, yeah, you seem super distracted. I’ll make it quick.” Dana fished in her pocket, holding up a hundred dollar bill. “So, last night, when I brought you your food, you gave me this.”“I ... I did?” He remembered tipping her, but not that much.“Yeah. You told me to keep the change, you were very sweet about it.” Dana moved closer to him. “Well, you see, I got to thinking. Maybe it was an accident, maybe you. "Tonight, I have decided that, in conjunction with introducing my family to my electronic imaginary lover, I am going to fulfill one of his fantasies, with Master Frank's permission. I want to show him what a naked slave girl looks like." She looked at Dad with an inquiring expression.Dad smiled at Mr. Caulfield and said, "Sir, you are about to witness one of the most beautiful sights on this earth; heavenly, gorgeous, naked slave girls." Then he looked at Mom and my sisters and said, "Get to.